#thor got a big belly

[loversquarrels]

Thor's naps and belly rubs

Thor loves belly rubs. After drinking or eating till he could take no more, he would let himself fall like a tree on his bed or anywhere for that matter. Then just lay there to take nap. He knew no one would dare interupt his naps. Never interupt his naps. He will get angry. But anyway that's where you come in of course. He loves feeling his s/o giving him belly rubs. It's both calming and therapeutic. He just loves being touched, he has been touched starved for most of his life. It helps ground him feeling his s/o's small hands against his frame.

You were walking, doing chores around asgard and all of sudden in the corner of your eyes you saw him. He appeared to have fallen down onto his back, something that happened more times than you could count. And he just stayed there, lying down like a big giant bear rug. You could hear his groans and mumblings he made in his trance. You walked up to him to make sure he was okay. Ducking down to his level you could see his mighty chest rise and his mighty belly with it. His breathing was raspy and rough. To ease him you placed your small hands against against his mighty belly and began to rub it. You loved feeling his mighty belly, so soft yet strong. The effects of your touch were almost immediately as the groaning stopped and replaced with a loving pur. He knew it was you doing it, your hands were always so soft and warm and most importantly so small againt his mighty size. Which was his favorite part of when you touched him. So you continued to rub his belly till he was full on snoring and then you began to move away to do whatever you were doing before. You turn back to see him one more time just to make sure he was okay. You knew he was the mighty thunder god but you just had to make sure. He was your big boy after all.

Speaking of naps. He loves them and his s/o finds it adorable. Especially when he's knocked out on his dad chair with his head high up in the air, releasing unholy demons as he yawn. What's even cutier would be that any child he may have, would be sprawled across his chest or belly. You slightly worried the baby would move and thor wouldn't be able to catch him in time. But everytime the baby did move slightly Thor immediately woke up to make sure the baby was okay. He never once let the baby get hurt. He rather die than see his family hurt. He may have done mistakes, horrible mistakes to his own family but there's one thing that he always had and that was his protectivness of his family.

[scarlethexelove]

Not Supposed To Happen

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2322

Warnings: A bit angsty, Fluff, Angry Wanda, Wanda blinded by anger, It all works out, Pregnancy, Really nothing much.

Pt 1, Pt 2

A/n: Ok so this is part 3 of Love Story and I actually split it into 2 parts so there will be a 4th to round it out. Wanda gets a little anxious and upset at reader. Also I know medically it's so wrong but we just going to blame it on the magic. That works right just blame it all on the magic. This is kind of shitty but whatever.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The backyard of your house is filled with all your friends and family as you celebrate the twin’s 5th birthday. You can’t believe how big they have gotten. Everyday you look at Az and see a mini version of your wife running around. You watch as Peter is being chased by the twins in the yard. All the giggling and laughing coming from them. MJ is sitting in a chair in the shade as her hand sits on her pregnant belly. Steve, Thor, and Tony are all arguing over who is the best at grilling. Sam and Bucky are standing around drinking beer giving each other lovey dovey eyes.

You chuckle to yourself looking at them. You always thought that it would be Steve and Bucky who would end up together but when Steve got with Sharon you were happy for him nonetheless. Then it was Sam and Bucky pining over each other. Your eyes drift over to see Sharon with Pepper and Aunt May. You watched as Peggy (Steve and Sharon’s daughter) and Morgan joined in on chasing Peter around. You laughed as he got taken down when the two older girls joined in.

Carol, Valkyrie, Nat, and Maria all drinking and enjoying themselves. Nat had a strong arm wrapped around Maria while Valkyrie had one around Carol. You were happy to see everyone happy with someone. Even Bruce had a girlfriend but neither of them could make it to the party. You then felt arms wrap around your waist and an even bigger smile stretching across your face. 

“How’s your leg today baby?” You were leaning on your cane that you have to use some days. After the accident it became clear that your leg would never be the same. Some days when it was hard to move and painful. There was severe nerve damage to your leg but you're happy to be alive and have your family with you. “It’s ok, not much pain, just some stiffness.” Wanda takes her left arm from your waist and snakes it down to your thigh and starts to massage your muscle. A small moan escaping your lips without you even noticing but Wanda does when you feel her smirking against the back of your neck.

“Will you two get a room?” Carol calls from the other side of the yard. Valkyrie slapping Carol against the head. “Kids, there are kids running around.” Carol tries to defend herself. “Sorry, not sorry.” Valkyrie chuckles holding her wife. You chuckle at their display. “It’s just about my leg so no room is needed.” You yell back.

“Do you ever regret it?” Wanda asks softly. “Regret what?” You question what she is asking “Having to retire from SHIELD?” A smile spreads across your face. “Never, I have you and our two beautiful babies. And besides Tony has me helping him when he can’t get through a firewall.” You turn around in her grasp to see her giving you loving eyes. “I love you so much Y/n.” Wanda smiles at you which you return. “I love you more.” You gently kiss your wife. 

“Mommy!”  You hear your daughter yelling for you. You turn back around to see Peter holding Az up high as she wiggles in his grasp. “Peter, I swear to god if you drop my daughter. Wanda won’t be the one you have to run from.” Peter gently sets her down. Az and Billy comes bounding over to you and your wife. You pick up Az in your arms and Wanda picks up Billy. “Uncle Peter said we are going to have a little cousin to play with soon.” Billy said happily as Wanda placed a kiss on his head. “Yeah, you are.” You reply looking between your wife and twins.

“Mommy, Mama, when can we have a younger brother or sister?” Az questions the both of you. You both look at each other with wide eyes. Neither of you had, had the conversation about other kids since you almost died twice around when the twins were born. “Well sweetheart your mommy and I will have to see about that one. We love both of you very much.” Billy folded his arms over his chest pouting a bit at your wife’s words. “I want a baby brother so I’m not the only boy. You asked what we want for our birthday. We want a baby brother or sister.” You're taken aback by what Billy just said but you can’t help but think of how great it would be to have another mini-me of Wanda running around. Billy looked like a spinning image of you when you were a kid. You pulled Wanda in close to you as you both held onto the twins.

“Foods ready!” Tony yells from the grill as the twins struggle to get out of both of your arms. You both set them down as they run towards the food. You hug onto Wanda and whisper in her ear. “I think maybe we should think about having another. I love seeing your mini-me running around all the time. Though it’s your turn this time.” Wanda chuckles as she kisses your cheek. “Well of course it is.”

Both of you know that it would have to be her no matter what. After giving birth to the twins, you were told your chance of having another baby was one in a million chance. The damage done was severe. Both of you smile, looking at everyone enjoying themselves as the party continues.

It’s been 8 months since the party. Wanda is out grocery shopping while the twins are at school. You on the other hand have your face in the toilet bowl throwing up. You were so out of it you never even heard the front door open or the footsteps coming to your bathroom. You hadn’t even heard your name being called out. “Y/n?” Nat’s head peaked into the bathroom as you looked up at your best friend.

“Natty? What are you doing here?” Nat comes over and crouches down next to you. Moving your hair out of the way and rubbing up and down your back. “Are you ok?” She asks with concern written all over her face. “I’m fine. Just been feeling sick the last few mornings is all.” Nat’s eyebrows furrow at your words. “Y/n could you be pregnant?” Nat joked at you. “Not really helping here.” You mumble. “Y/n/n is it only in the morning or other times of the day?” Her face is sympathetic. “Just in the morning. Why do you ask?” You lean your head against the toilet bowl. “Y/n when was your last period?”

You open your mouth to answer but quickly close it when you think back and realize how late you are. “It’s not possible.” You scramble away from the toilet as you run into your room and open the top drawer of your dresser. Nat is close behind you. “Ok gross didn’t need to see your sex drawer.” Nat grimaces. “Haha, not funny Nat.” You look through the draw and find the two vials. One completely full and the other mostly gone. When you flipped over and read the label.  

“Well shit.” You breathe out the realization hits you. “What is it?” Nat asks you. “Wanda used the wrong one.” You turn to face her. “What?” You held up the two vials for Nat to see. One saying that it was fake and the other was the magical sperm for Wanda. “Oh.” Was all Nat could say when she realized what you meant.

You pull out your phone and nervously dial your wife. Hoping that she doesn’t think the worst before you can explain. “Hi baby, do you need something from the store?” Wanda’s voice comes over the phone. “Baby I need you to listen to me before you react ok.” Your voice is laced with anxiety. “Okay.” Wanda says hesitantly. “I need you to grab some pregnancy tests.”

“What they fuck do you mean pregnancy test?” Wanda’s voice is laced with venom. “Baby you said you would listen.” Wanda let out an angry huff. “I’m listening.” You could tell she was gritting her teeth. “You used the wrong one.” You try to explain. “I used the wrong one, right.” Wanda sounded angry, like she didn’t believe you. But before you could answer back you felt another wave of nausea hit you. You threw the phone at Nat as you ran into the bathroom. “Y/n Y/m/n Maximoff, I swear to god you better not – “ Nat cuts Wanda off on the phone. “Y/n would never. Now you need to calm down before you come back here but seriously bring some pregnancy test and maybe some Gatorade.” Nat quickly hangs up the phone as she rushes to your side.

Wanda leaves her cart in the middle of an aisle before running and grabbing some pregnancy test, some Gatorade and a pack of Oreos. She doesn’t want to be mad at you, but her thoughts are racing, not really listening to anything after you said pregnancy test. She checks out the few items before quickly driving home. Once she has gotten home, she rushes upstairs to find you and Nat in the bathroom.

Nat quickly stands placing a hand on Wanda’s shoulder seeing her fuming with rage. You look up with a weak smile, but it drops when you see your wife’s face. Nat grabs the bag and places it next to you as she pushes the angry Sokovian out of the bathroom. “Wanda, you need to calm down.” Nat’s voice raising. “I can’t believe it.” Wanda said her voice was laced with anger. Nat doesn’t want this to escalate; she pulls Wanda towards the dresser, opening the drawer and seeing the two vials you had shown her. She hands them to Wanda. “This is not her fault. If it is anyone's, it is yours.” Nat defended you knowing that you would never betray your wife in that way. Not with the things you have been through and what you two have been through together.

Wanda grips the vials in her hands and looks down at them. She looks at the almost empty one and reads the label. As she does, you're getting up from the toilet and standing in the doorway of your bathroom to your bedroom. “It was that night we got drunk.” Wanda looked up at you. You had a small smile on your face. You push off the doorframe and walk towards Wanda. “You wanted to have a little more fun than just drinking since Nat so kindly took the twins that night. You know how much I love it when you use the fake stuff and decide that night was a great night to use it.” You explained. “And I grabbed the wrong one.” Wanda said lowly looking down at the ground.

You were now in front of Wanda. You placed a finger under her chin and made her look you in the eye.“It was supposed to be your turn this time.” You chuckled. “But how. The doctor said it would almost be impossible.” Wanda’s eyes meeting yours. “Key work almost.” Nat added. Both of you shot her a look before she put her hands up in defense. “I guess you're just that good.” You place your forehead against hers as you look into her eyes. 

Wanda smiles softly at you. “So, are we taking those tests or what?” She says as she pulls you back towards the bathroom. You see the bag on the floor and notice the Oreos sticking out. “Aww you remembered.” You can’t help the growing smile. “How could I? You almost killed Tony and Nat for eating the last of your Oreos when you were pregnant with the twins.” She chuckles. “To be fair you don’t mess with a pregnant woman.” You smirk. “I still have the scar from where you stabbed me with the fork.” Nat adds at the end. “I told you not to eat my Oreos.” You give her a quick quip. “And I learned an important lesson.” Nat raises an eyebrow. “Good now move out so I can pee on some sticks.” You pushed Wanda and Nat out of the bathroom.

A few minutes pass as you wait for the test results to be shown on the different pregnancy test that you took. The buzzer on your phone goes off when the results should be back. “I can’t look.” You bury your face into the crock of Wanda’s neck. She wraps her arms around you as one hand rubs up and down your back. “Everything is going to be ok detka.”

Wanda motioned for Nat to look at them as she held onto you. She moves over picking up the first test. The corners of her mouth twitching up into a smile. She looks at the next one as the smile spreads across her face. Wanda watches as Nat’s smile grows. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to deal with another Maximoff running around soon.” Nat said excited for you two. You pull away from Wanda and grab the test out of Nat’s hand seeing a plus on the test.

“We’re having another baby?” You look at Wanda who just shakes her head yes. “Good thing two cause this little one is going to have a best friend.” Your face covered contorts with confusion. “What?” You turn around to face Nat. “Well, the reason I had come over here was to tell the both of you that Maria is pregnant. I wanted to tell you two first, but this makes it all the much better. Our kids can grow up being best friends.” You can’t help it when you burst into tears hearing those words. Both women wrapping you in a hug as your happy tears soak into Nat’s shirt.

[buckyalpine]

The wait way universe. The one where they get married.

Ohh god it is perfect.

Please say you will write more of this?

I am begging you.

Need more of the baby.

And all the group together having fun family nights.

Another baby maybe? ;)

Aunts and uncles fighting to hold the baby.

Bucky and the reader being told the baby moved the hammer and thor really presenting him with a mini hammer?

Also I love love love love love uncle Tony’s nickname for the baby. Mini terminator love it.

Happy squealing baby is so cute.

I just love it. So much.

I will beg for more. I will. I love it. I love your writing. I love how you write the characters.

Oh god I would kill to see protective avengers. Maybe someone takes the reader and the baby, oh and even more so the reader is pregnant. :0 dun dun dun…. Protective angry Bucky, Steve, Tony,Sam ,Nat, Wanda, Bruce etc

OKAY YES. I'm here for PROTECTIVE AVENGERS OVER ALL THE BABY BUCKIES AND HIS ANGEL. You can read this piece as a stand alone. I added the links for other parts if you want to read it but you don't have to. We're all here for what happens when you mess with Bucky's family.

Wait, what?

Wait, what? 2

I do (again) Wait, what? 3

Wait, what? More Babies?

Competitive God Fathers

-

You smiled to yourself, carefully adding the last piece of tape to Bucky's gift, tying a perfect bow around the wrapped box before hiding it in the closet. Bucky was due to come back soon and while you missed him like crazy, his absence made it easier for you to get his surprise together. Over the last few weeks, you'd felt more tired than usual along with feeling tender and crampy. One trip to the pharmacy, a pregnancy test and a positive result later, you'd bought a custom onesie with Baby Barnes Jr #4 printed on the front.

You hoped Bucky would enjoy the surprise you were growing in your belly, especially considering how often he kept insisting he wanted just one more, adding to your growing family with Steve Jr who had just turned 5 and your 3 year old twins Samantha and Nathaniel. You hid the present under the bed before going to the playroom to tuck your littles ones into bed, the three of them unusually quiet compared to their usual mischief.

"C'mon munchkins" You smiled at the sight before you with Stevie sprawled on a large bean bag, his brother and sister on tucked on either side, their big brother reading to them while they intently looked at the pictures. "Bed time for you babies"

"Will daddy be home soon?" Samantha asked with a pout, a complete daddy's girl just like you, tucking her face into your neck as you scooped her up along with Nathaniel while Steve followed promptly behind.

"Of course bub, he'll be here first thing in the morning" You assured her, kissing her forehead before tucking her into bed followed by the other little one. "Good night loves" You turned off the lights before going back to your room where you knew Stevie was waiting with his favorite book, ready for a bedtime story. It was a special bonding time you always made sure to have with him, not wanting you first baby boy to feel like he was no longer one of your favorites after the twins were born.

"What did you pick tonight baby" You got under the covers, fluffing the pillows and propping them up while Stevie snuggled up beside you, plopping a book about science onto your lap. You chuckled at the nerdy side he'd gotten from his dad, reading through scientific discoveries that were made in the last century and theories that were still being tested. He listened with wide eyes until they grew heavy, eventually falling asleep on your lap, not having the slightest clue you'd carried him to bed and tucked him in with a kiss to his cheek. "Sleep tight my sweet boy"

You slipped back under the covers, grabbing a book for yourself while occasionally running your hands over your belly, soaking in the quiet night before the team arrived after their latest mission.

It wasn't often that the compound was empty; few missions required all hands on deck but this was one of them. You'd received a message from FRIDAY informing you the jet would be landing in a few hours and that no medical assistance would be required because no one had sustained major injures. It was the sole reason you were able to relax so easily, happy waiting for your husbands arrival so you could tell him the good news.

You settled comfortably under the covers until a faint sound from the common room pulled you from your book again. FRIDAY would have alerted you if the jet was approaching and you would've definitely heard the sound of the engine approaching anyway.

But was still eerily quiet.

Then you heard something again.

You were sure it was nothing but you pressed the button under the bedside table that locked and secured the rooms of the little ones just to be safe. Tony had added additional security for their rooms in case of emergencies, with 4 different operating systems working at once. Absolutely nothing would happen to his godchildren under his roof.

It was probably nothing.

Still.

You grabbed the knife you kept hidden behind the headboard, tucking in under the waistband of you sleep shorts before making your way down, reprimanding yourself for being paranoid over what was probably just sounds of the plumbing and vents creaking in the middle of the night.

The halls were clear, easing some of your nerves as you continued to the common room where you heard the sound. The hairs on your neck stood up when you saw the glow of the kitchen light turned on, grabbing your knife, only to find one of the new agents sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on a coffee.

"Annabeth?" Your brows were knitted together, discreetly slipping the knife away, wondering how she'd gotten into the main floor of the compound when it was restricted to others after a certain time.

"Hey y/n" She gave you a sleepy smile while you watched her warily, "Couldn't sleep. Hope you don't mind, just wanted to grab a mug before heading back to trainee wing"

"Yeah, its fine" You spoke slowly, something still not sitting right with you though you didn't show it.

"How come you're still up, waiting for Sergeant Barnes?" There was something sinister in the sweetness of her voice, cocking her head while you hummed in response, stomach churning. "You're both so cute together you know. It's nice to see how his life has come together after all he's been through as the asset"

"Excuse me?" Your eyes grew wide, heart hammering against your chest, it was rare for anyone to refer to Bucky as the asset. Most referred to him as the winter soldier, even soldat, only those deep in Hdyra had called him-

"We want our asset back" She whispered, cracking a smirk and nodding to someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a large form grasped your body, slamming a hand over your mouth muffling your screams. You didn't have any time to react, feeling a pinch to your neck and slipping into darkness immediately after.

-

Bucky stretched with a sleepy yawn as the jet began its descent, already waiting at the doors and ready to hop out and see his wife and babies. He smiled at the thought of them all safely tucked into bed, sleeping soundly while you probably tried to stay up with a book. He always found you dozed off, book loosely falling from your hand, still propped up against the bed every time you waited for him. Didn't matter not how many times he told you to just go to bed. You always stayed up till you saw he was safe and sound.

Sam helped Bucky put away his equipment so he could get to you faster, everyone smiling watching the soldier dash off, running to his family.

"It's nice to see him like this" Nat nodded, trudging with the rest as they entered the compound, nothing amiss while they went to the conference room.

"He deserves it" Steve smiled, happy his best friend finally had what he'd always dreamt of. A wife. Kids. A safe home for them.

Bucky made his way over to see his little ones first, stopping in front of the heavily decorated door, covered with Captain America and Iron Man posters, courtesy of the two Godfathers competing for #1. Bucky smiled, turning the knob, only to find it locked shut, which was odd considering the only way to lock the door was if the security system had been activated.

He shook his head, frowning as he made his way to your shared bedroom instead, figuring it was a glitch or mistake. He got a sinking feeling in his stomach seeing the door open ajar, with the lamp turned on, your book set aside but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Baby?" Bucky called out, struggling to keep his panic at bay when the bathroom was empty, as was the closet. "Sweetheart?"

He called down the hall way a little louder before jogging to the kitchen but there had been no sign of you there when he'd entered. He started to move quicker, running back to disable to security system, breathing a sigh of relief to find all three little ones still sleeping soundly. He softly shut the door before immediately going to the conference room.

"Y/n, has anyone seen her?" He hoped to see you sitting with the others but he was filled with dread when the others shook their head in confusion. "She's-she's not in her room. I've checked everywhere, the security system was activated for the kids' room, she wouldn't leave the compound around this hour, somethings wrong"

No one asked questions, immediately jumping into action; Tony starts to comb through security from the time they left while Nat double checks every floor and room, just to be safe. Steve and Sam help Bucky look over your bedroom for any signs of a struggle. He ran his hand along the areas they'd hidden weapons, his stomach dropping when he felt the empty space behind the headboard.

"She took the knife" Bucky swallowed thickly while Sam and Steve shared concerned glances.

"Look, she's strong Buck, whatever it is, we'll find her" Steve insisted while Bucky continued to look, checking under the bed where he'd kept a pistol, nothing out of the ordinary except-

He frowned, seeing a little gift bag hidden underneath, newly packed with a gold bow placed on top. He picked it up, brows knitted together as he pulled away the tissue paper, feeling soft material tucked at the bottom of the bag. He took it out, heart splitting into two at the words written on the little onesie,

"Fuck!" A broken sob pulled Sam and Steve from their search, finding Bucky slumped by the edge of the bed.

"Buck?" they shared concerned glances seeing him holding something small in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest.

"She's-she's pregnant" Bucky whispered, tears welling in his eyes holding the tiny jumpsuit in his hands, his heart couldn't take it-

"Barnes, we have something!" Tony's voice echoed through the coms, the three men running back to the conference room where Tony had pulled the footage from you in the kitchen. Bucky watched in silence, jaw clenched seeing the new agent use a stolen keycard to sneak into the compound with a Hydra agent, the two of them quietly waiting for you to come down.

He had to keep from smashing the TV, watching the man grab you from behind, injecting you with something before carelessly carrying you off like ragdoll, his heart aching, wishing he'd gotten home sooner. All voices around him drowned out to a faint buzz, the sounds of Tony and Steve giving out commands all muffled as if they were underwater.

"We have the coordinates locked, everyone down down to the jet, remember your positions.

It was like a switch was flipped.

"Cap and I clear the entry ways, Nat, Clint, follow behind, Sam, surveillance from the top. Barnes, you just have to get y/n"

The former young husband and father who sat with tears streaming down his cheeks was replaced with a man who knew no remorse. No guilt. No sense of right or wrong.

"Barnes"

Steve knew of this man well.

"Barnes?"

The one they called the Winter Soldier.

-

"Baby" Bucky whispered, scooping his sleepy eldest son in his arms before striding over to the twins bed, tucking them in together. "Daddy's gotta go another mission but we'll be back soon, alright?"

Steve could sense something was wrong, the strain in his fathers voice making him worry.

"Again?" He asked while Samantha and Nathaniel stirred slightly, trying to tuck themselves into their daddy's warmth. "Where's mama?" He asked with a tiny whisper having heard the commotion outside of the room, his hearing enhancing more and more each day. Bucky swallowed thickly while Steve stepped into the room to check on his best friend, his heart breaking over the three little ones clinging onto him.

"We're going to get her, promise bub" Buck kissed their heads, grabbing their favorite stuffies to cuddle with.

"Let me see my favorite little soldiers" Steve strode over, giving them a brave smile. "We'll be back before you know it"

"Will mama be okay?" Nathanial whispered, grabbing onto Steve's wrist before he could leave, tears streaming down his little chubby cheek.

"Of course" Steve reassured him, kissing his forehead and tucking him back into bed, "We'll never let anything happen to your mama"

That was a promise.

-

"Oh fuck" Clint snorted to himself watching the black mask that had been locked away for good slip over Bucky's face, his usual leather jacket replaced with a thick black tactical vest, straps running across his chest.

"They're fucked, aren't they" Sam whispered to Tony as he put his suit on, the glancing over to the stone cold brunette who sat in silence, finger resting on the trigger. Like he doesn't actually need us"

"We're really just going for moral support, also no one hurts our y/n" Tony whispered back. The teams full focus was getting you back along with keeping your babies safe; Pepper had come to look after the littles ones till you were found safe and sound. While the team was fully ready to take apart anyone that tried to hurt you. It was more that evident Bucky wouldn't have a problem taking hydra apart by himself but they wouldn't let him go alone.

Bucky didn't speak a word as soon as the jet hit the ground hitting his targets from 100's of feet away, each bullet landing right between their eyes.

"...Did you know he could do that?" Sam called from the coms, watching agents drop while he flew across the top of the base. Tony blasted the front of the doors while Steve cleared the hall way, throwing his shield, knocking down three men that guarded the wing.

"Looks like she's down in the cells" Sam called, looking at where the heat signals were coming from. Bucky made his way down the sterile hallway, red lights suddenly flashing above when a woman charged towards him.

"Welcome back soldat" Annabeth sauntered, blocking the doors to where you were being held with a satisfied smirk on her face. "We knew you'd come back. We missed you-

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this" Nat smirked, stepping in front of Bucky and grabbing Annabeth by her hair, dragging her off to a corner before throwing a punch to her jaw.

Bucky continued, slamming the lab doors open, his eyes landing onto your tied up form, strapped onto the very same chair he'd been tied to every time he'd been wiped. He didn't give anyone a second to think, killing those closest to him while the others tried to escape.

"You wanted me back, didn't you" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he stepped over the bodies he shot down before running to save you. "Well, I'm back"

The ones that ran off didn't get too far, making it out of the lab, only to be met with a very angry Steve and Tony.

"You don't hurt my fucking bestfriend" Steve gritted, slamming the agent to the floor before grabbing another and throwing him to Tony.

"You are not taking away my turn at being a God father" Sam grabbed another that tried to hide behind the rubble, swooped up to the ceiling, dangling to agent in the air for a while before letting him drop. Bucky was by your side in an instant, cutting off the straps that bound your arms together.

"Baby?" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, cradling your body to his chest, his hand gently brushing your cheek. "You okay sweetheart?"

"Bucky!" You cried out, clinging onto him, trembling while he kissed you before protectively covering your face from the bloody trail he left behind him. "You're here"

"M'taking you home baby, c'mon" Bucky whispered against your hair, carrying you tucked against him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, breathing in his scent. "I got you babygirl, it's okay"

"I was so scared" Bucky held onto you tightly on the ride back, he had never felt relief like this, his heart finally calming down. "M'so sorry sweet girl"

"S'not your fault baby" you whispered back, smiling when you felt a kiss to the back of your head.

"Glad you're okay sweetheart" Steve gave you a squeeze before leaving you and Bucky to have your privacy again, staying near the front with the rest of the team, watching over Annabeth, who had been captured for questioning. Once you'd reached the compound, you were greeted with proper hugs and kisses from the others, hearing the pitter patter of little feel seconds later.

"MAMAA" Your babies ran to you, climbing up your leg until they were all properly snuggled against you, refusing to let go until they were sure you were perfectly safe.

"Daddy and your aunts and uncles rescued me, see? I'm all okay" You reassured them while they looked at you intently, checking over you the same way you did whenever they had a fall. Once they were satisfied that you were okay, they let their daddy take you away to get cleaned up while it was Tony's turn to read them a bedtime story even if it was nearing morning.

-

"Right where you belong" Bucky smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist after you'd both showered, foregoing clothes as you climbed into bed, snuggled over the covers. He spooned you from behind, the feel of his warm bare skin comforting you.

"I love you so much angel" He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, eyes brightening when he remembered the little present he'd found earlier. His hand slipped down to softly brush over your tummy. "Both of you" He playfully whispered, smiling at your soft gasp as you wiggled to turn around and face him, growing bashfully shy when he pulled the tiny jumpsuit he'd kept on his pillow.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me mama?"

"Think you're ready for a 4th?" You giggled, burying your face into his chest while he grinned, peppering your face with kisses till you squealed.

"M'ready for a 5th and 6th if you'd let me angel" Bucky smirked, playfully nipping your jaw before shuffling down to rest his head on your tummy, kissing your soft skin while you carded your fingers through his hair. "but I can't wait to meet this little one first"

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[holylulusworld]

Tummy Bunny

Summary: You love his big tummy.

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, the reader is obsessed with his belly, a hint of low self-esteem (Thor)

He’s tall. He’s thick. He’s got a big tummy. Thor Odinson is simply perfection to you.

If only he’d see himself the way you see him.

Most of the time he comes to you, he needs food and a place to stay for a while.

“Can I have a slice of pie and coffee,” he shyly looks your way. “Please.”

“All for my favorite customer,” you wink at him and point at the best spot at your little café. “I hope you’re hungry. Not many customers came today.”

“A shame,” he says more to himself than you. Thor looks around the empty café, remembering the days gone. Not three years ago this place was filled with people and their chatter. Now it’s deserted, like most places in this world. “Why do you still open it every day?”

“Some of my customers still come around,” you give him a sad smile. “It’s their routine to not lose their mind. I guess they are lonely.”

“Hmm…” He nods thoughtfully. “All my fault.” Thor sighs deeply and drops his eyes to his big belly. “I could’ve killed him. I should’ve aimed for the head.”

“What? No.” You wrinkle your forehead. “It is what it is, Thor. I think things happen for a reason. Maybe we finally value the lives we are given more.”

“I value your life, and the light you hold,” Thor looks at you, and his eyes begin to sparkle. “It’s a light I haven’t seen in years.”

“You are too nice,” you place a plate filled with his favorite pie onto the table. “I can see the light in you too, Thor. And strength, and honesty. I admire you and your…” You trail off as your eyes drop to his belly. You lick your lips, wondering how’d feels to be in his arms and snuggle into his belly.

“I know that I gained a lot of weight,” he sniffs and looks at the pie. “I shouldn’t eat more pie, right?”

“I like it…I mean…” clearing your throat you try to take your eyes off his belly. “I-I like your belly. It’s soft and big and…”

“Oh…OH!” His eyes sparkled again. “You like my belly?” Thor cocks his head. His eyes roam your body, and he licks his lips. “Really?”

“Hmm…” you shy away from Thor. The intensity in his gaze has you trembling. “I like your belly.”

“Do you want to touch it?” He rises from his seat, faster than expected from a tall and chubby man like Thor. “Come here, my sweet tummy bunny.”

You press your lips together and whimper. “Thor.”

“It’s all yours to touch if you want to,” Thor says, holding out his hand. He pats his belly with his other hand. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He hastily says, seeing the hesitation in your eyes.

“No, it’s…uh…I’m a tummy bunny,” you bite your lower lip. “I like it when a man has a belly and is a big bear. You’re more to cuddle and all.”

 “A cute little bunny all for myself,” Thor’s features darken for a moment, and his eyes sparkle again. “Tell me, bunny. Do you want to hop onto my belly?”

You wring your hands, hesitating for a moment.

“Y/N?”

“Yes…”

Tags in reblog.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if the giant mermaid ended up in record of ragnarok? How would everyone react to that?

-Odin was the first one who was aware of your existence, after you had suddenly appeared in Valhalla, by some unknown magic, and when he informed the others, many were keen on seeking you out.

-Odin told them that someone very large, larger than most giants, had appeared, which got some riled up, thinking you were a threat and needed to be dealt with, however Odin was able to sense that you meant no harm.

-Poseidon was the one to find you, as you had appeared in his domain and he immediately sought you out, thinking you were a threat.

-As a large shadow loomed over him, when he was inspecting the area where you had appeared, he was not expecting to look up to see such a massive mermaid.

-You cupped your hands around him as he swam up to you, allowing him to sit in your hands and you smiled, “Hello there- do you happen to know where I am?”

-Poseidon didn’t know what to think of you, your massive size made you seem intimidating, and with your power you would be dangerous, but you were smiling down at him so warmly, like you didn’t know who he was.

-He was quick to realize you didn't know who he was, as you weren’t afraid of him, and he informed you that he was a god, the king of the seas. Your eyes went sparkly when he told you this, in complete awe which made his eyelid twitch only slightly.

-He told you that other citizens of Valhalla wanted to meet you, gods and human warriors, and you agreed, a warm smile on your face, showing no fear. Poseidon didn’t know if you were secretly really strong, or if you were just too trusting.

-When you emerged from the water, rising high above those who came to the beach in Poseidon’s domain. Jaws dropped and eyes widened all around the group before you as you lowered yourself down to be on your belly, to be closer to their own height as you beamed, “Hello there! I’m Y/N!”

-Loki immediately was holding onto one of your fingers, “Marry me!” you were surprised by his sudden proposal, but you smiled warmly, “Oh you’re so sweet, but I don’t know you.” Loki wasn’t defeated, willing to get to know you before Odin punched him on the top of his head, telling him to knock it off.

-You told them all what you remembered that you were swimming before you saw a strange bright blue ball of light floating in the water, “I thought it was a big jellyfish, so I went to investigate and when I touched it, I felt like everything got turned upside down around me and I found myself in this ocean.”

-All eyes went to Odin and Beelzebub, the two sharing a look as they pondered out loud, neither one knowing of that type of teleportation magic that brought you there, and you didn’t know much about anything that could be possible in your old world.

-Despite your unusual arrival, they allowed you to stay, much to your joy, and many of them melted, some on the inside, on how pretty you looked when you smiled.

-Since you were unable to leave the ocean, Poseidon welcomed you into his domain, despite not being able to do anything about it, but you did make sure to help out where you could, patrolling and reporting anything out of the ordinary to Poseidon, something he did appreciate as you were able to cover more ground than he and his soldiers were able to.

-You made friends with many of the gods and warriors in Valhalla, as many wanted to test their strength against you, like Thor, Lu Bu, Hercules, and Raiden, but they quickly learned that you only fought it you had to, and you used your tail half as a weapon.

-Loki and Apollo had become instantly infatuated with you- finding you so stunning and they were constantly coming to see you and flirt with you while fighting with each other.

-The day you took them both underwater with you, using your ability to make bubbles that were hard to pop, they were in awe, seeing that you could see under the water.

-When you let the bubble go, to float around, as Apollo asked, “I want to see all of your beauty.” You swam out a bit, showing them your full form, showing them how much bigger you were than them, but you swam so gracefully through the water, almost like you were dancing.

-They were in awe when you grabbed the bubble, heading back to the shore, both gushing at you on how stunning you looked, forgetting their fight, for the moment while you smiled warmly thanking them.

-It was an odd situation, but you were happy to be welcomed so warmly in this new world.

[valiantphantomangel]

The mint chocolates

A/n: here is a little something that I thought of while laying in bed

"Darling I'll say this once, get back here or I swear to Odin I will tickle you to tears" Loki warned as he stalked around couch.

"Nope" you grin as you follow his movement.

Why was he after you? Great question.

You stole his mint chocolates that he always keeps hidden somewhere in the kitchen, the same ones that were now your hand.

"Give me my chocolate back you little demon spawn" He said as he continued to look at you.

"Oh you mean these?" You said with a smirk as you bit of a huge chuck of chocolate and munched on it.

"Why you little!" He growled as he suddenly leaped over the couch and tackled you onto the carpet.

You almost choke on the chocolate as he immediately drilled his thumbs into your hip bones.

"Get off of me youHAHHAHAHA" you shrieked in laughter underneath him as you wrestled against his hands which you of course lost.

Stupid god strength.

"I shall have my revenge, little thief" Loki said with his infamous smirk as he switched to your ribs, one of his hands keeping yours pinned over your head.

"GHAHAHHAHA YOUHIHIHIHIH JERKHAHHAHA"!!

"Now now no need for such foul language" he tutted.

He suddenly leaned down, letting go of your hands and blew a big fat raspberry on your belly button.

You SCREAMED in laughter and trashed around harder then ever, your feet slamming against the ground.

"I think the young maiden could use some air brother" you heard Thor's amused voice behind you and Loki let up.

You laid on the ground completely boneless, soft giggles still pouring from your lips and a blush adoring your whole face.

"You look a little red Love" Loki chuckled as he got off of you and picked you up in his arms.

Your eyes widen in alarm "No more, I will literally die"

"Don't worry I'm just taking you to your room so you can get some sleep, you look practically exhausted" He smiled before looking down at you and whispering darkly "But steal my chocolate again and you won't get the same mercy"

You quickly nod.

He carried you into your room and laid you down comfortably on your bed, tucking you in and closing the curtains before wishing you goodnight and leaving the room after closing the door.

You lay there in the darkness and before sleep claimed you, you decided that you won't ever steal from the God of Mischief again.

Unless you're prepared for the consequences.

[lencit]

Recently I have had two stay black cats that have showed up at my house they found a hidden way into underneath my house. This is fine with me I don’t mind as long as they don’t destroy anything, I love cats so I was excited we got chosen. They have finally stopped being scared of us and so I was able to pet them and get a good look.

One a big muscley black cat with a fat face is definitely a intact male ( named him Mister) I finally got a good look at the other who is smaller and has an injured eye and been the most scared and turns out “Thor” is a little girl!!! And it seems Ms. Thor has a growing belly!

She is so sweet I started petting her and she started purring so hard! So I will be trying to see what I can do about getting them spayed/neutered, her eye looked at and anything else. I know it’s more expensive to do if they are carrying kittens, so I will have to see what a vet suggests.

I like having them around. If I did commissions to help pay for the vet stuff would anyone be interested?

I will get pics as soon as a I can on them.

( I am making sure after petting them I throughly wash my hands before interacting with my inside cats) 🐈‍⬛

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Happy Birthday!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: none just fluffy fluff, pregnant!reader

Words: 529

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/N: this is the full version of Nat and Readers sons birthday flashback in Say Yes To Me chapter 2!

It was your son's second birthday, as he was turning 2 today. Natasha, your wife was out for another mission. You assumed she couldn't make it, but it's fine! She doesn't need to be here for this, she's out saving the world and being your son's favorite superhero. That's all that mattered to you. That Alex was happy, he was happy with what was happening, and that's all there is to say.

It was 10:27 AM, and you had just fed the toddler his breakfast. “Happy birthday Alex!” you say, kissing the 2-year-old boy's cheek. “Ew mommy!” he giggles in your arms, “That's gwoss I' not a baby anymore! I' a big kid.” he huffs and crosses his arms across his chest. You laugh slightly and ruffle his hair.

You guess that with all that was going on you were too caught up in it to notice the door opening and closing. “Hey! Don't talk to your mother like that.” a familiar voice from a few feet away stated. The little boy lowered his head in defeat and jumped out of your arms. “Sowwy mama..” he walked up to Natasha to hug her. “Happy birthday buddy.” she smiles at him and kisses his forehead. He grins brightly, bringing his tiny little hands to his mama's face to squish her cheek. “Ha ha. Very funny Alex.” she said, as he giggled at her.

The woman chuckles, and walks up to you, hugging you from behind. “Hey dekta.” she whispers in your ear. You smile at her words, and pull away from the embrace to look at her. “Darling! You made it!” she presses her lips to yours, to kiss you softly. “I wouldn't miss his birthday for the world.”

She gently places her hands on your stomach. “How's our baby girl?” you giggle, “Girl?” your brows were scrunched up in pure confusion. “I think it's gonna be a boy Nat.” she shakes her head. “Well, I think, that you're wrong moya lyubov.” she bends down, lightly kissing the top of your belly. She gasped silently when she felt something hit her palms that rested on your tummy. “Oh– krasivaya.. She kicked!”

“That soon? I'm only a few months..” you ask. She nodded and got up to pull you closer to her. “We have ourselves a mini Avenger in there hm?” she said as she peppered gentle kisses to your neck.

As you both were distracted by each other, Alex had plans of his own. He walked out of the kitchen, knowing damn well you two wouldn't notice. ‘These gay idiots.. good for them.’ he thought.

He snuck into the garage and found his mama's toolbox, and found a hammer. He grabbed it and ran back into the kitchen where his parents were. The toddler climbed up the chair, and slowly he eventually got on top of the table.

“Mommy! Mama! Look, I'm uncle Thor!” he cackled, holding up the hammer in his hand. You both turn to see what he meant, only to widen your eyes in shock and run after him. “Alex Romanoff.. put that down!” he giggles, and jumps off the table, running away from you and Natasha.

[vixxi]

Immortality - Yandere!Thor x Pregnant!Reader

(Inspired from Welcome to Yandereland's Thor Masterlist and Mythology)

It's been almost 2 weeks since Thor kept you in Asgard and Loki's betrayal that he will help you go back to Earth, Thor never let you go without him or his guards just because he does not want you to escape since Loki's help.

Thor tried to satisfy you in every way just to keep you in Asgard and to himself, he tried to spoil you like his queen or cuddles, but nothing worked, then one thing came to his mind, when you will have an Asgard heir in your belly, you will never leave Asgard.

So Thor every night made love to you, and every day he would call the healer if she is expecting a baby, and they told him that you do not. That upsets Thor, he loves you so much and he would be happy if he will be a father of your childrens.

Weeks passed and Heimdall advised him to pray for Iðunn, because he knew that you are an mortal and he knew how much Thor loves you so why not ask Iðunn for an apple that can make you an immortal and a goddess, that way Thor's wish of having you close and having a child with you as a big chance.

So from that day Thor starts to pray for Iðunn for her help until one day she appeared in front of him and asked him why does he wants the golden apples for the mortal that is you, to make you immortal.

Thor answered "(Y/N) is the love of my life, her mortality is the problem to be with her forever, my sweet queen is kind, sweet, and my everything and want her to rule Asgard by my side, I can't love anyone else if she dies, she is the only thing I love".

Iðunn thinked for a moment as she saw the light in his eyes when he mentioned you and the truth in his words, gave him and you her blessings, then gave him a one golden apple and advised him to place an apple seed to the ground after you eat the entirety of the apple.

Thor thanked Iðunn and walked to his room where you were sleeping in his bed, blanket covering your body, only your head was poking from the blanket, he finds it cute, he quietly sits next to your sleeping body and kissed your forehead.

"Wake up my sleeping beauty" he whispered to your ear, you slowly woke up and see him smiling at you while holding a golden apple "I was walking around our castle and saw some apples, and I was thinking that you could be hungry for some, so I got you this apple" he lied but he sounded like a sweetheart.

You thanked him and told him you weren't hungry, but your stomach was growling with hunger, he chuckled and handed you the golden apple.

You smiled and ate the golden apple and thanked him as you handed him the rest of the apple that is where the seeds are shown, he smiled and let you sleep again, as he walked outside to plant one of the apple seeds to the ground.

He waited for the effect of the immortality in you for almost 4 hours and then the effect worked. Thor was happy that you could live forever with him by his side and rule Asgard.

One month later the healers informed Thor that you are expecting two heirs, Thor was exited about that and thanked Iðunn as he prepared a nursery room for the babies and had two named for them for a girl or two girls Thrud and Vör, for a boy or two boys Móði and Magni.

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Requests are open!

[babybatscreationsv2]

Ball Drop

Marvel | Starker

Peter is excited to spend New Year's Eve with Tony only to find that Tony invited all of his friends. Tony's not too worried about spoiling their plans, especially once he starts pouring drinks down Peter's throat.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

A Holiday Horrors Fic

Warnings/tags: forced drinking, underage drinking, romnoncon, somnophilia, drunk sex, public sex, object penetration

Peter yawned and stretched, laying himself across Tony's couch. Despite winter break, he was still used to going to bed early for school. Staying up until midnight was going to be rough. Or it would be if not for Tony. They'd eaten dinner and now the TV was showing Times Square's big New Year's party. He didn't even know the musician on the screen, but everyone in the crowd looked frozen from the cold weather.

"Tony? You gonna come watch?" Peter called out.

"Almost ready," Tony called back. Then the doorbell rang. "Can you get that, sweetheart?"

Peter's forehead scrunched. As usual, Tony's parents were out of town. Jarvis had already gone to bed. He'd been excited to have some time just the two of them. Tony hadn't even mentioned having friends over.

Peter got up from the couch and walked through the house to the entry. Through the frosted glass he saw two bodies standing on the other side. He opened up the door and was greeted by excited teenaged smiles.

"Hey, Parker," Steve greeted.

"What's up, Pete," Bucky said. "Where's Tony?" They both held brown paper bags in their hands. Peter hid his disappointment. They were here for the ball drop.

"He's just getting some things together." He stepped aside. "Come on in."

Peter pouted at their backs as they took off their coats and hung them up. They all went to the den where the TV was playing. Bucky plopped down on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table while Steve took the bottles out of the paper bags. They'd brought bourbon and tequila. Peter didn't have to be a drinker to know someone was throwing up tonight. Finally, Tony came to join them.

"Who wants snacks?" He set a tray of chips with an array of dips on the table. Bucky put his feet down so he could dig in. Peter just crossed his arms.

Catching sight of his pouting face, Tony nodded toward the kitchen and the two of them slipped away. Tony wrapped his arms around him and kissed his forehead.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I thought we were gonna have fun together."

"We are."

"But it'll be so late when they leave," Peter whined.

Tony pressed him back against the counter. "Who says they have to leave?" His lips ran over Peter's neck, covering him in tingling kisses.

"Well it is a big house..." Peter pulled him closer, gasping when Tony's thigh pressed between his legs.

"That's my boy," Tony purred. He gave him a filthy kiss, hand tangling in his hair. Then he stepped back, grinning, and went back to the den.

Peter followed after him only for Tony to leave again as the doorbell rang once more. He sat down beside Bucky. Across the room, Steve was grinning at him.

"What?"

"You two having fun?" he smirked.

"What do you-" Peter blushed. He could feel the bruise forming on his neck and his hair was a mess from Tony's hands. He smoothed it down with his fingers and turned his attention to the TV. Stupid Steve could mind his business.

"Hey, now the party's here!" Steve declared as Sam came to join them. He was followed shortly by Rhodie, Bruce, and the linebacker everyone just called Thor.

Everyone brought more alcohol and it quickly followed around the room. Tony sat down beside with a drink in each hand.

"Brought you something." He offered Peter a strawberry wine cooler.

"No, thanks."

"Come on, it's New Year's. We're here to celebrate!"

Tony held out the bottle and carefully put it to his mouth. Peter wrapped his lips around it, instantly blushing. Then Tony tipped it back. Strawberry liquid flooded his mouth and left him no choice but to gulp it down. It tasted pretty good, but it burned in his belly. When Tony took the bottle away it was half empty and Peter felt unsteady. He reached a hand out to Tony until the room stopped wobbling around.

"I think that's about all I can handle," Peter laughed.

"Well, this one's yours if you change your mind." Tony set the bottle down on the table.

It must have been the alcohol, but he didn't feel quite so grumpy about all of Tony's friends being there anymore. He snuggled into Tony's side and observed while they talked. Tony's arm wrapped around him. His fingers traced lines over his arm. When his part in the conversation lulled, he turned to Peter to kiss him, but the kiss turned into tongue fucking, Peter turned his face away.

"Have you ever tried bourbon?" Tony asked. He held up his glass. Peter shook his head. "Well you have to at least try it. Here."

Tony tipped the glass towards his mouth and Peter let him feed him again. The bourbon tasted much more distinctly like alcohol with much more burn, but it was smooth and sweet. He didn't dislike it. He licked the taste from his lips.

"I think I'll stick with mine," Peter said with a laugh. He picked up his own bottle from the table and took a sip before he realized what he was doing.

His eyes felt heavy. His body felt good all over. Tony's hand came to rest in his lap and he almost moaned. He'd never felt so... open so uninhibited. Like he didn't care what anyone thought or saw. He just wanted to keep feeling good. When Tony's hand slid up his thighs, he spread his legs, letting him run his fingers over his cock through his jeans. It was a while before he really got hard, but that's when he pushed Tony's hand away, afraid that the others would notice. He could barely understand the conversation now. It was just loud noise mingled with the TV.

"Look here, Pete," Tony said gently. He dipped his fingers into the glass and held them up to his mouth. His face was hot, either from embarrassment or the alcohol he wasn't sure, but he opened his mouth and sucked Tony's fingers inside.

He was so horny now and he was having a hard time remembering why he wasn't supposed to be. Why was he supposed to wait until they were alone? Tony's fingers felt so good in his mouth. And the bourbon tasted better each time Tony dipped his fingers in it and put them back. When the glass was too low to coat his fingers anymore, Tony tipped the rest into his mouth.

"Hey, Steve, top me up?" Tony called. Peter blinked, remembering they weren't alone, but when Steve smiled at him as he filled up Tony's glass all he could do was smile back.

"You're sweating, baby. Are you too hot? Why don't you get comfortable?" Tony said. "Here, let me help you."

Tony set his glass down and reached for Peter's t-shirt instead. Unable to think, he let Tony lift it over his head and toss it behind the couch.

"Is that better? Maybe have another drink. You look thirsty."

Peter nodded and picked up his drink. He put the bottle to his lips and finished on the rest of that sweet strawberry wine cooler. He snuggled into Tony's side.

"I think I had too much to drink," he giggled.

"It feels good doesn't it?" Tony kissed his lips, but Peter could barely kiss him in response. His mouth didn't move the way it should and he knew it was sloppy but all he could do was laugh.

"You're still too hot, baby. Let's take your pants off."

Peter shook his head. He shouldn't do that, but he couldn't think of why. Tony ignored him and unbuttoned his pants. He didn't do anything to stop him from yanking them down and even kicked them the rest of the way off when Tony told him too.

"I think I should go to bed, Tony." Peter looked at his boyfriend. Something didn't feel right. His head was so foggy. He felt this hysterical need to laugh bubbling up inside him, but underneath that he was worried. He just couldn't remember what or why he should care.

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. Come here, you can sit on my lap."

Peter went without resistance as Tony pulled him up into his lap. Tony's hand slipped between his legs and he let them spread open.

"That's a good boy," he purred.

Peter smiled. His blurry eyes were drawn to the tv by the sound of cheering. He couldn't really tell what was happening. The screen was all burry colors as people moved around. He moaned as Tony kept rubbing his cock through his briefs. That's when he saw Steve staring at him, drink in hand and a grin on his face. He looked around to find the whole room watching him and not the TV.

"Your friends are watching," he said nervously.

"Don't mind them," Tony said. He kissed his neck and Peter shivered. "It feels good doesn't it? Who cares what they think."

"Yeah..." Peter licked his lips. Everything felt good all over.

"Let's take these off. It'll feel even better."

"But Tony..." Peter said, feeling embarrassed, but his hands were too weak to push Tony's away as he stripped off his underwear.

"Shh, be good and I'll make you feel good."

Tony touched his cock again and it did feel good. Everything felt good. He didn't know why he kept trying to say no. He moaned happily while Tony played with him. His hand wrapped around his throat and held him still as he squirmed, clumsily looking for more.

"Play with your nipples, that'll feel good."

"Yeah," Peter agreed. His hands slid up his chest, uncoordinated, missing their targets and fumbling around until he got it right. He heard one of the boys chuckling and laughed with them. Then he found his nipples like Tony told him too and he was right, it felt so good.

"That's a good boy. You look so pretty like that, baby," Tony purred.

"Wanna cum," Peter whined.

Tony chuckled. "You're barely even hard. Gotta be patient."

Peter whined. "Make me cum."

Tony slapped his thigh. "Don't be spoiled."

"Please, Tony, please!" Peter gagged as Tony stuffed three fingers into his open mouth. He sucked on them, but he had such little control over what he was doing and he kept choking.

"That's one way to shut him up," Bucky laughed.

"He looks like he's gonna pass out," Steve commented.

"Can we get a turn when drops, Tony?" Bucky asked.

"You keep your pervert hands off my toy, Barnes."

Peter moaned around Tony's fingers. They were all talking about him, watching him. And they wanted to touch him. He could just imagine all those hands all over him. But he was Tony's toy, all Tony's. And Tony was being rougher now, annoyed by the conversation maybe. His hand was so fast on his cock that he could barely breathe. His fingers trying to burrow into his throat didn't help with that either. He felt so good, so overwhelmed. He could hear them all still laughing, talking about him, but he barely understood.

Then finally, he came. The pleasure didn't last long before he passed out.

When he woke, the first thing he felt was his full bladder. Then something else, he realized, was full. Something was in his ass. He moaned, blinking his blurry eyes. He still felt hazy and his mouth was dry. How long was he out?

"Tony?" He licked his dry lips and looked up at his boyfriend.

"Go back to sleep, Petey," Tony cooed. He slowed his movements. His fingers tingled his skin as they ran over his side. He was naked, but he didn't remember taking his clothes off. Much of the night was foggy and full of holes in his mind.

"Tony? What's going on? What happened?" he slurred.

"Here, I know," Tony said. He pulled his cock from his ass and grabbed something from the table. An open bottle of champagne. This'll put you back out quick." Tony pressed a hand to his abdomen to hold him down. Peter cried out as he stuffed it inside him. Tony fucked him with it, liquid sloshing out inside him. It bubbled inside him, fizzing like soda, making his insides tingle.

"Don't give him all of that, Tony," Steve said. "It's too much. I'm not going to the hospital because you're a psychopath."

"It's New Year's Eve, Steven. Everyone has to toast the new year." Tony rolled his eyes. He looked at Peter. "You love it don't you, sweetheart? You love it when I take advantage of you. Now pass out again so I can finish."

"Tony..." Peter whined, his whole body felt heavy, even his tongue.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you get a kiss at midnight."

He moaned. The bottle felt good and the drunk haze was returning fast. He was half aware of his tongue lolling out of his mouth and a smile on his face. A little giggle escaped him and Tony smiled.

"That's a good boy. Feeling cozy and warm. Go back to sleep now," he purred.

His body was so heavy and he was so tired. Everything felt so good. He felt his cock twitch against his belly and he might have cum again, but either way he slowly drifted back to sleep.

He came in and out of it, too drunk to really wake up now. Once he opened his eyes to see Tony fucked him way too hard, Peter's limp legs over his shoulders, a cruel grin on his face. Later he saw some of Tony's friends making out, grinding on each other, someone was jacking off. He heard the count down as the ball dropped and warm wetness in his ass. He blinked blurry eyes and he was pretty sure that was Tony coming in his ass. He kissed his slack mouth and whispered in his ear, "Happy New Year, slut."

He didn't wake up again until the morning. His whole body was stiff and achy and he was freezing. Someone had put him in the bathtub and laid a towel over him for a blanket. He was sticky all over and all he could smell was alcohol. It was in his hair, on his face, between his legs.

He tried to remember what happened, but after sitting in Tony's lap it was all a blur. He sat up and pain rippled through his lower half. He felt bruised inside. There were actual, visible bruises, on his hips and ankles. He hated how good that felt, knowing Tony fucked him while he was unconscious. And he didn't just fuck him, he brutalized him. He wanted him to feel it the next morning and he did for sure.

Peter dragged himself out of the table. Nausea hit as he stood then the nights worth of alcohol made its way back up and mostly into the toilet. As he rinsed his mouth he hoped Jarvis made Tony clean it, the bastard.

Tony was in bed, curled up like he'd done nothing wrong. As innocent as a newborn. Peter limped over to the bed and crawled in next to him. An arm wrapped around him and warm lips kissed his forehead. His anger deflated and he snuggled in against Tony's chest.

[dwampyverse-tournaments]

Best (Standard) Phineas and Ferb Episode Tournament | Round 2

June 10

My Sweet Ride vs. Moon Farm

Gaming the System vs. When Worlds Collide

The Lemonade Stand vs. The Ballad of Badbeard

Picture This vs. The Doonkelberry Imperative

June 12

Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet Max Modem! vs. Tree to Get Ready

Lotsa Latkes vs. Lost in Danville

Magic Carpet Ride vs. Greece Lightning

Journey to the Center of Candace vs. Elementary, My Dear Stacy

June 14

I Scream, You Scream vs. Hip Hip Parade

Troy Story vs. Sipping with the Enemy

We Call it Maze vs. Bad Hair Day

Got Game? vs. Traffic Cam Caper

June 17

Tri-Stone Area vs. Nerdy Dancin'

Just Our Luck vs. Swiss Family Phineas

It's No Picnic vs. Where's Pinky?

Great Balls of Water vs. Road to Danville

June 19

Unfair Science Fair Redux (Another Story) vs. The Inator Method

Let's Take a Quiz vs. Knot My Problem

Lawn Gnome Beach Party of Terror! vs. Perry Lays an Egg

The Belly of the Beast vs. Happy Birthday, Isabella

June 21

Escape from Phineas Tower vs. La Candace-Cabra

Monster from the Id vs. Flop Starz

Candace Disconnected vs. Ready for the Bettys

Day of the Living Gelatin! vs. Out of Toon

TBD

Bullseye! vs. Steampunx

Attack of the 50-Foot Sister vs. Bowl-R-Ama Drama

Split Personality vs. Isabella and the Temple of Sap

Just Desserts vs. Happy New Year

TBD

Doofapus vs. Crack that Whip

Toy to the World vs. Invasion of the Ferb Snatchers!

Mom's Birthday vs. Tour de Ferb

The Best Lazy Day Ever vs. Vanessassary Roughness

TBD

Bully Bromance Breakup vs. Robot Rodeo

Oh, There You Are, Perry vs. Finding Mary McGuffin

Interview with a Platypus vs. Thaddeus and Thor

Backyard Hodge Podge vs. A Real Boy

TBD

Rollercoaster vs. Gi-Ants

Bubble Boys vs. Comet Kermillian

Cheer Up Candace vs. Drusselsteinoween

She's the Mayor vs. The Baljeatles

TBD

Phineas and Ferb Interrupted vs. Misperceived Monotreme

Fireside Girl Jamboree vs. Are You My Mummy?

Does this Duckbill Make Me Look Fat? vs. The Bully Code

Run, Candace, Run vs. Hail Doofania!

TBD

Ferb Latin vs. That's the Spirit!

Candace Loses Her Head vs. Brain Drain

At the Car Wash vs. Minor Monogram

The Lizard Whisperer vs. Doof 101

TBD

Phineas and Ferb and the Temple of Juatchadoon vs. Voyage to the Bottom of Buford

Skiddley Whiffers vs. Blackout!

I Was a Middle-Aged Robot vs. Candace's Big Day

Make Play vs. Unfair Science Fair

TBD

Undercover Carl vs. Phineas and Ferb-Busters!

One Good Turn vs. Norm Unleashed

Cranius Maximus vs. Delivery of Destiny

Last Train to Bustville vs. Road Trip

TBD

Chez Platypus vs. Meatloaf Surprise

Thanks But No Thanks vs. It's a Mud, Mud, Mud, Mud World

Agent Doof vs. Put That Putter Away

Hide and Seek vs. Ferb TV

TBD

Doof Dynasty vs. The Doof Side of the Moon

Don't Even Blink vs. I, Brobot

Tip of the Day vs. What Do It Do?

Get That Bigfoot Outa My Face! vs. Remains of the Platypus

[rogersideup]

The Senses of Steve

Touch

Series Masterlist

Previous: Sight Next: Hearing

Summary: You can recall the very first time you ever felt love seeping through another human’s touch; a memory so special you know you'd never forget it.

Word Count: 7,596.

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

Touch was not a love language that came easy to you.

Even when you were a kid, you would become stiff as a board as family wrapped their arms around you for big, engulfing hugs. You found no particular joy in platonic arm rubs or hand holding.

You especially hated it when others invaded your personal space. You never understood why someone had to stand so close in such a large space with plenty of room.

Human touch was never something you gained gratification from, but you did know others did. In fact, most of the avengers were big touchers.

Admittedly, that was a hard adjustment upon entering the team. It nearly lead you to a breakdown or two after a full week of constantly being touched by the friendly faces. Their touches were simple, really. A hello hug, a goodbye kiss on the cheek, a hand on the back as they passed behind you, arm rub as they asked how you were doing.

You simply were not used to being around that kind of affection. The warmth of their hands burned into your skin and stayed with you far longer than the touch ever lingered in the first place. By the end of the day, you'd have an upper body full of branded hand prints to shower off before slipping into bed just to do it all over again tomorrow.

You eventually got used to it, now you don't even bat an eye. Those small acts of love happed just as frequent, but they felt like less of a big deal.

The weirdest revaluation of all was when you noticed yourself starting to do it too. You'd squeeze into small spaces on the couch, both sides of your body touching your teammates. You reciprocated hugs, rested your head on shoulders when you were sleepy, and grabbed the shoulders of whoever you decided to sneak up on in the halls.

It always lead to some funny situations nowadays, especially when a new shipment of caution labels were sent to the living quarters instead of the lab.

You and Sam opened up the mystery box at the door and sorted through all the labels, there were so many odd warnings, most of them made both of you giggle like 12 year old boys.

"Caution! Read instructions before operating!" Sam read out loud.

"Caution, enter at your own risk!" You turned the bright yellow sticker around to show him. "I'm putting one of these on Nat's door"

"Heavy object. Mechanical lift only." He slipped it into his pocket. "That's going on mjolnir"

You laughed at the thought of Thor finding it on his sacred hammer. "Oh! Here's a great one! Oversized load!"

"I'll give you five dollars to put that on Steve's ass" Sam barked out a belly laugh.

"Stop it!" You squealed. "I'm not going to unsuspectingly touch his ass! That's just wrong"

"But it would be so funny!" He begged. "Ten dollars."

"Make it fifteen and I'll put it on his back" You stuck out your hand to shake on it.

"Deal" he took your hand.

"Oh this one is definitely for me" You smiled at a label before sticking it onto your shirt. "Warning; contents are hot! Oh look, one for you too"

You stuck a label on Sam's forehead, he pulled out his phone on selfie mode to see what it said. "NOT SUITABLE AROUND CHILDREN?! Oh I'm gunna get you!"

You shrieked at the threat, grabbing and peeling the backing off a label before getting up off your spot on the floor and booking it down the halls as Sam chased you around.

"No! Heeeellllppp!" You jokingly called out as you ran, Sam hot on your tail.

You booked it down the corridor of rooms and Steve's door flung open, frantically stepping into the hall.

"Steve! Help!" You flew into his arms wrapping around you protectively and on high alert. He was obviously equal parts confused and concerned, distracted enough for you to put the warning label on his back. "This weirdo won't leave me alone!"

"What are you doing to her Sam?!" Steve questioned, dramatically holding you tighter with a protective hand cradling the back of your head.

"More like what is she doing to me!" Sam defended himself. "She's a bully!"

"Her? No. She's a princess. She can do no harm" Steve shook his head and rocked you gently back and forth.

"Newbie" Sam stuck his tongue out at you.

"Bird brain" You teased back.

"It seems like you two have some stuff to work out" Steve released you with a smile. "Good luck with whatever is happening right now."

"Not even Captain America could save you" Sam joked as Steve turned around and walked away, showing Sam that you've successfully completed your mission.

The two of you broke down laughing and he slipped you fifteen dollars cash.

Steve looked back at you two when he heard the laughter. "Are they pumping crazy gas through these vents today?"

For the rest of that day, Steve walked around with that oversized load sticker right above his butt and only found out it was there when he took off his shirt to shower.

There were still times you didn't enjoy being touched, and 90 percent of that was men in the training rooms trying to be slick about feeling you up. They'd stick around you like vultures, claiming they were just there to spot your heavy lifting before placing their hands on your arms, legs, or even ass if they were bold enough.

There have been a few occurrences where you left a work out on the brink of tears before the boys reminded you that you have all the authority in the building to beat them up and report them for harassment. Those conversations always ended with Bucky and Sam down at the training rooms...well... taking care of things while Steve paced around complaining that modern men are a plague to society.

The remaining ten percent took place in the form of mission sleeping buddies.

On missions, the team had a system in place where every night away on a mission, you would have a sleeping buddy. It helped keep everyone safe and accounted for.

It was everyone's job to watch out for their buddy, keep an eye on them and keep them secure.

Most people already found someone on the team they could sleep through the night with perfectly fine, for example, Wanda and Vision were a couple so obviously they were permanently paired up. Tony kept an eye on Peter whenever Happy was unavailable. Bucky and Nat were attached at the hip, besides, you've tried pairing up with both of them on separate occasions. It didn't go well.

Bucky was too... alarming for you. Something about him was never peaceful even while he slept, it left you feeling so uneasy that you laid awake all night long.

Nat was apparently a kick boxer in her sleep. All night long you woke up to her gently kicking and slamming her arms into your neck and torso.

Sam was a snorer. No way in hell you could put up with it.

Scott was a cuddle bug to his core. He would fall asleep on his own side faced away from you, but no matter what you would wake up to ant man curled up in your personal space.

On the contrary, you were a flip flopper. All night you switched from laying on one side to the other, and apparently that was particularly obnoxious to Clint, Thor, and Bruce.

No one ever wanted to pair up with Steve. He was warmer than a furnace and no one liked the warmth that came with sharing a sleeping space with him, so he usually ended up sleeping by himself.

One night, you had had it. It was a particularly rough mission, and you weren't in the mood to put up with any of them. By the time it was safe for all of you to sleep, Steve could see the frustration in trying to choose the lesser of all annoyances dripping from your face.

Everyone was just as exhausted as you were, and the whole team was bickering about sleeping arrangements. So, he quietly walked through group, gently grabbed your arm, and pulled you away.

You were too tired to even protest at that point, so you mumbled out a genuine thank you before showering and heading to bed. Steve showered right after you, and by the time he got out, you were already sound asleep.

The sight of you nearly melted his heart in a way he's not so sure he's ever felt before. Covered in a sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, a fresh pair of fluffy white socks, curled into the teeniest little compact ball he's ever seen.

He had never seen a sight quite as adorable as this one. For a brief moment, you even triggered his cuteness aggression. He quite literally had to stop himself from scooping you into his arms and squeezing you so hard your eyeballs popped out like a stress toy.

How dare you be so stinkin' sweet?

He got into bed next to you, and you both slept the night away with no issues at all. When you woke up the next morning fully rested and comfortable, you realized how nice it was to not endure snoring, unwanted cuddles, or getting kicked and punched.

From that night on, the two of you claimed each other as permanent sleeping buddies.

Whether you were sleeping in five star hotels, camouflaged into the sands of a vast desert, or taking shifts to watch each other's backs, he was nothing but absolutely pleasant.

Eventually the two of you fell into a steady routine that never failed. It wasn't even communicated between you guys that it was happening, they were just unspoken habits that served you both.

Steve is a big guy, and you like to sleep curled up into tiny spaces, so the sleeping space was typically split sixty percent for him and forty percent for you, but you didn't mind, it just made sense that way.

It was give and take, and since he was always so warm, he made up for taking up all the space by letting you steal the blankets. Of course it was unintentional, you always ran cold when you slept so you couldn't even help the way you slowly but surly wrapped yourself up super tight with whatever you had to work with.

However, if you ever woke up and caught yourself, you always corrected your behavior by covering Steve up with the blanket real estate that was rightfully his. Half the time that would wake him wake up too, but it wasn't for long.

You would mumble a small little "sorry" as you gently pulled blankets over his shoulders. He would always giggle and say "s'okay, you need 'em more than me".

He was a heavy sleeper, so your flip flopping never bothered him. Steve was just finally happy to find someone to endure his warmth, having a sleeping buddy made him feel safer while away on missions.

You can recall the very first time you ever felt love seeping through another humans touch. It was a core memory so special you know you'd never forget it.

One morning you and Steve were called on an emergency mission in Siberia. It seemed simple enough, not even a full 24 hours including travel.

Go in, get what they needed, get out. Easy peasy.

The only issue was that you had a cold. A pretty minor cold at that, you barely broke a fever at 99.8 degrees. You weren't even going to mention it. For such a low impact and quick mission you knew you would be absolutely fine.

However, Steve could hear you had a sore throat and a slightly stuffy nose. He knew you wouldn't advocate for yourself so he tried to get you off the mission. It was sweet of him to care about it more than you did, but it did piss him off a little bit that no one was willing to step in for you.

You had to reassure him about ten times that you were totally fine before the two of you took off on what was supposed to be your quickest mission yet.

But what everyone failed to realize was how cold it really would be. Of course you two were bundled up in layers of thermal fabrics underneath and over your typical tactical suits, but the few hours away from the Quinjet while completing your tasks caused the engine and all the controls to freeze.

After hours of you both diligently working to find a solution, you came to the end of the list and realized you were stranded.

He paced back and forth on the Jet with the phone to his ear as he called for help, as the sun went down it was getting colder and colder. You curled up into yourself in one of the seats and kept you chin to your knees to keep your jaw from chattering while tried to stop shivering.

He mumbled out a few more words that you weren't necessarily paying attention to before he hung up. "Well, the bad news is that it's going to take them awhile to get to us. But the good news is that they're on their way, and will be here by morning." He frowned.

All you could get yourself to do was nod in acknowledgment. You knew if you spoke he would be able to hear that your sore throat was getting worse, and the misery from being so cold was seeping into your tone.

"I know there's some emergency equipment in here we can use to keep you warm and comfortable. Just give me a few minutes to see what I can find." He told you, sympathy dripping from his tone.

"It's okay, let me help." You feigned a grin as you hopped up onto your feet.

"You should rest." He pouted.

"I'm okay, promise." You reassured him.

The two of you dug through all the compartments in the Jet for half an hour and found everything you could to keep the two of you warm.

Two double sleeping bags, an emergency blanket, a sweatshirt you had forgotten last mission, and some cold medicine that you gladly took.

You set up the sleeping bags right next to each other on the jet floor, and he insisted you took the extra blanket claiming he wasn't even that cold.

You tried to sleep, you really did, but your own uncontrollable shivering was keeping you awake as your own body heat wasn't enough to warm the inside of the insulated sleeping bag.

Every freezing breath stung your throat and the inside of your lungs as you inhaled, and left a cloud of condensation as you exhaled. Your sinuses were on fire, so dry and cold it felt like you were choking. You shoved your hands between your thighs to try and warm up your numb fingertips but it was to no prevail.

Time felt fake in those hours.... or maybe minutes. You had never felt cold like this before, and in any other circumstance you would call this torture, maybe a cruel and unusual punishment. But you knew your mind was your own worst enemy in situations like this. So you laid there and tried to think warm and happy thoughts to remain calm and still enough to allow Steve to get some real sleep in.

For once you were jealous of his body heat, yet still worried about him. He must've been cold too, and you could only imagine a situation like this must've been triggering from when he crashed the plane all those years ago.

Little did you know, Steve was still awake next to you. He was so worried about your well-being that he couldn't shut his brain off. He knew he would be okay, he made it seventy years in the ice with no issues, but you were heading down the path of hypothermia. The thought of you being so cold and sick next to him was making him anxious and keeping an eye on you was the only thing making him feel better about it.

Eventually, your coughing and sneezing became worse and your hands started to tremble. You were breaking his heart, and he had to do something about it before he had a nervous breakdown. He needed some sort of control over the situation.

"Best friend" Steve got your attention quickly.

"Hmm?" You hummed.

"Are you okay?" He asked, he already knew you weren't.

"I'm so drowsy" You mumbled. "Can't sleep"

His heart sank. Drowsiness was an early sign of hypothermia, he knew he had to warm you up.

He sat up and got out of his sleeping bag. "You're going to be okay but I gotta get you nice and warm, okay?"

All you had the energy to do was nod.

You heard some unzipping sounds, followed by added pressure on top of you. You opened your eyes and saw he unzipped his sleeping bag and turned it into a big blanket to add to the pile you had going.

You were immediately concerned by the expression on his face. He seemed worried, which meant there definitely must've been something bad happening to you.

"You still with me?" He questioned as your eye's slowly closed.

"Yeah. You're looking at me like I'm dying." You whispered. "Am I okay?"

"You know I won't let anything bad happened to you." He reassured you, crouching down. "I'm going to feel your forehead, alright? Just want to make sure"

You nodded and shortly after you felt his warm palm against your forehead, it was the most warmth you've felt since you arrived in Siberia.

He was alarmed by how cold you felt, it brought an immediate pout to his face.

"You're so warm" You told him, never wanting him to take his hand off your head.

“You're a little too cold" He noted back. "Do you trust me?"

Again, you nodded.

"Would you be comfortable with me getting in your sleeping bag and cuddling you? We gotta get you warmed up, I can’t really think of any other ways." He asked shyly before even touching you.

Even in basic survival, him seeking consent made you trust him with your whole life. You gave him an immediate yes.

You were in so much mental and physical pain that you didn't even have time to overthink the situation and he got in next to you.

"Come here." He kindly opened his arms for you. "Get cozy." He grinned.

You shuffled closer to him until your trembling body met his still one. He didn't hesitate to hold you close and tight in his arms as you settled into him.

With your head on his chest and your body halfway on top of his, he tried making sure that all your extremities were getting warmed up. Your ears, fingers and toes were his main point of concern.

He covered up your feet with his legs, and cradled your head with one hand over your exposed ear to keep it nice and warm.

"How are your hands?" Steve questioned softly.

"Fingers are numb." Spilled out between your chattering teeth.

"Put your hands under my shirt" He instructed.

You shook your head in protest. "S'gunna make you so cold. My hands are like ice cubes"

"It's okay," he smiled at you. "It'll only be cold for a minute, they'll warm up."

You were the only reason he could imagine smiling at a time like this. His heart was pounding out of his chest, and this was never the condition in which he thought he would be holding you close for the first time, but his need to keep you comfortable was the reason the smiled for you.

He just needed to to be okay.

"You sure?" You questioned again.

"Positive." He reassured you.

You slipped your hands under the layers of thermal fabrics and you were immediately jealous of the warmth being contained under his clothes, but you were already grateful for the heat seeping out. "Sorry." You apologized for your ice cold hands against his warm skin.

"It's okay, promise." The hand on your back instinctively started slowly rubbing up and down while the other one keeping your ear wam was very softly and subtly playing with your hair.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Yeah, i'm okay." He told you, feeling touched you were still worried about him even in the early stages of hypothermia.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Very" he confirmed. "Try and relax, get some sleep if you can. I've got you, I'll keep you safe."

You let his words sooth your brain as you continued thinking happy thoughts. After just a few minutes, he felt like a personal space heater.

As your shivering body became still you realized how deeply intimate this really was. Your hands residing on his bare skin, his arms keeping you safe, rubbing sweet patterns into your back and head to keep you calm, maybe it was his own way of self soothing. As his body heat seeped into your cold skin, you felt so much mental and physical relief.

Suddenly, you had no issue with time feeling unreal. It could pass as slowly as it wanted as long as you were right here- tangled up with him on the Jet floor.

The chill in your bones appeased and all that coldness turned to warmth. Maybe not in temperature, but in feeling. Steve made you feel truly cared for.

In touching your body, he really touched your heart. You finally understood why so many people felt love though physical contact. It might've even been the purest form of love.

His gentle massages never let up as you allowed the drowsiness to take over. It made him smile when he realized he could feel you slipping into a dreamy state, this time his smile was because he knew you were safe and warm.

Perhaps it was because he was the one that got to make you feel safe and warm.

You didn't remember anything after that until you startled awake hours later. You weren't where you fell asleep, but on a different jet that was in the air.

Still wrapped up in blankets, and still in Steve's arms, but this time he was sitting in the seats. You were sideways in his lap and he was practically cradling you like a baby.

"Hey, good morning." He softly grinned, both your eyes still puffy from sleep and illness making you feel worse by the hour. "We're on our way back home, Tony is piloting." He informed you.

Feeling significantly calmer, you let your head drop back into his shoulder where it was before.

"Thank you." you tried to say, but your voice was squeaky and almost nonexistent. Your nose and throat were too far gone to produce anything close to your normal speaking voice.

"We should be back in a few hours," he informed you, getting a good look at the healthy pink color back in your cheeks provided by blankets, a fever, and the Jet heater blasting. "when we get there I'm going to take you for a check up, okay? We just want to make sure everything is alright."

His soft volume and obvious care laced into hi tone was melting you like butter. You couldn't tell if it was because you were sick as a dog, or because you had been clinging onto him for dear life for hours now, but something about him felt different now. He made your brain feel fuzzy and your stomach do flips. "Is that your polite way of saying that they're going to chop off all my fingers?" You mumbled.

"No, I think your fingers are fine." He giggled. "Let's see 'em." You pulled your hand out of the layers of blankets he had you wrapped up in and placed your hand into his open palm. He inspected your fingers closely before putting them in front of your face to show you. "See, nice and pink. It's just that Tony and I both think you could use some medicine since you're sick. Jarvis seems to think you have the flu."

"Did you get some sleep?" You mumbled into his shoulder. Instead of letting go of his hand, you locked your fingers with his. It pulled a smile out of him as he gave your palm a small squeeze of approval and let your intertwined hands rest on your lap.

"A couple hours" he nodded.

"You should get some more, Soldier." Your eyes won the battle by slowly closing. "Have I overstayed my cuddle welcome?"

"Never." His head rested on top of yours as he settled in again. Little did you know, he was soaking up every moment, terrified he would never get to hold you like this again. "Never ever."

When the two of you got back, you did get a check up that ultimately landed you some meds and 4 days in bed.

Steve checked in on you multiple times a day until you were back on your feet and ready to proceed with life as normal. Even then, the same routine continued.

Hugs in the morning, hugs before bed, hugs anytime he would catch you walking around in the middle of your work days.

Each one brought a smile to your faces, and each one made you feel warm inside as a swarm of butterflies migrated from your brain all the way down to your heart and through your stomach. You started to wonder if he felt the same way every time he had his arms wrapped around you, maybe that's why he insisted on embracing so many times in a single day.

You also noticed his touch becoming braver since Siberia, his smile becoming softer, and his big blue eyes tended to have a slight twinkle when he looked into yours.

If he saw you were asleep in the very corner of the sectional couch while everyone was hanging out in the living room, he would sit right next to you just to make sure no one bothered you. Oh, and when he sat next to you while you were awake, he would silently claim you by keeping his hand on your knee.

Every single time he did it, it would elicit knowing reactions from fellow avengers. They would look at you, raise an eyebrow in question, and all you could do was smile and shrug.

You had no idea what his intentions were, but you certainly didn't hate the direction the two of you were headed.

That direction was made very clear when you woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a loud bang against your shared wall, followed by a crash and a thud.

You involuntarily flew out of bed as your heart pounded out of your chest at an alarmingly fast rate. You urgently flicked on your light between your shaky fingertips and quick breaths while you processed what had happened and what it could've been.

It came from Steve's room, the thud was against the wall you shared with him.

Concern immediately overtook the fear in your brain as you ran out of your bedroom door and started frantically knocking on his door to make sure he was okay.

You knew he was awake. The light seeping from the cracks of the door frame paired with the sound of shuffling feet was all the evidence you needed to know that.

Seconds felt like minutes until his door flew open to reveal the most opposite version of himself that you were used to.

Steve was disheveled, scared, and on the brink of tears. He was wearing sweatpants and no shirt, allowing you to see the racing pulse under his skin. His breathing was so fast you would've thought he had just gotten back from a run, his body was covered in goosebumps yet there was a sheen of cold sweat on his face.

It shattered your heart in a billion pieces to see him that way, then shattered a couple times more when you could see it on his face that he didn't want you or anyone to see him that way.

"Holy shi- are you okay?!" You questioned, clutching your chest to try and still your beating heart after the scare.

"Y-yeah" He nodded, rubbing half his face with his hand as he took a big deep breath. You could see the tears pooling in his waterline as he tried to blink them away.

"What happened?" You asked wide eyed, getting a glance into his room to see everything that once resided on his dresser on the floor, including a shattered TV.

"I... I was sleeping, then- crashed into it I guess; then it just..." He frantically tried to explain as he looked back into his room. "...on the floor"

"You crashed into your dresser?" You tried to understand, now feeling so much calmer knowing it wasn't a threat or an invasion of some kind. He responded with a nod as you started putting two and two together. "And you're okay? You're not hurt?"

"I think I'm fine" He took another deep breath.

"Okay" You nodded as you placed your hands on his upper arms, rubbing circles into his skin with your thumbs to try and calm him down a bit. "Did you have a nightmare?"

He never told you that he got nightmares, he even got lucky as to never have one while you were sleeping next to him. But to have to admit that to you seemed like an impossibly hard task. Being vulnerable was hard, admitting that the mighty Captain America suffered from nightmares was embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as the tears that continued to gather in his eyes as he nodded yes in response to your question.

But to you, nightmares just came with the territory. You spent years sharing sleeping spaces with traumatized human beings who's brains played tricks on them in the middle of the night. It was normal, just another night, it was even humanizing to see him that way. It played a big part in tearing down more walls around him, it helped you feel even closer.

"Oh I'm sorry" you stuck out your bottom lip sympathetically. "Those will get you real good, come here big guy."

You pulled him into you for a long comforting hug. Your chins rested on each other's shoulders as you held him tight and rubbed long firm stripes into the smooth skin of his back.

You felt him shakily inhale another big breath, but as he exhaled there was a big emotional release, poor guy absolutely bursted into tears. You could feel all his emotions seeping into your own brain, you could tell his dream must've dug up some old feelings of a life he thought he would have that he never got to live. It was almost as if you knew exactly what it was about without even having to ask him.

All you could even think about doing was squeezing him tighter and holding on for dear life. You couldn't imagine he had a lot of people willing to comfort him while he was down in the dumps, his body was melting into your touch.

He didn't even know why he couldn't control himself the minute you embraced, it was like you forced it out of him, but at the same time he finally felt safe again.

You stayed there in that hallway hugging the soldier for a good ten minutes before he finally felt connected to his own body again and the tears came to a slow end.

"I'm sorry" he sniffled as he gently pulled away. "I didn't mean to wake you up and keep you here for so long, I don't even know what came over me... or how I accomplished that." He referred to the mess in his room.

"That's okay, don't be sorry." You gave him a reassuring smile as you reached up and wiped tears off his cheeks with your thumbs, earning an adorable giggle and a blush to his cheeks that he hoped you didn't notice. "You feeling better?"

"A little" He told you, which was the truth, but he still felt like a stranger in his own body.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?" You took his shaky hands into yours. The look of genuine concern on your face was making him fall for you dangerously fast.

"No, it's fine." He denied, which was a lie.

"How about I help you clean that up so you can relax and get more sleep?" You suggested, his hands squeezed yours in gratitude.

"You know what? That can wait until tomorrow. Quite honestly I don't want to go back in there, I might just watch a movie in the living room or something." He admitted.

"Do you wanna watch a movie in my room? You would at least be more comfortable in bed if you fall asleep then on the couch." You offered without skipping a beat, the concern never leaving your furrowed brows.

"No really- I cant keep you up longer than I already have." It killed him to deny an offer so genuinely sweet, but he would feel awful if he kept you up all night long.

"Then your options are we watch movies together on the couch, or we watch movies together cozy in bed. Your choice." You said with a cocky smile.

"You are the most stubborn person I've ever met." He shook his head at you.

"Look at this, Steven!" You raised your connected hands to show him your friendship bracelets. "These bracelets are very serious to me. I'm not going to let someone with a bracelet that matches mine be sad and alone all night. So unless being alone is actually what you need to feel better and not some self sacrificing, isolating act of chivalry, please pick where we're going to watch movies!"

He smiled at your rant, "Fine, let's get you in bed."

He closed his door and the two of you went into your room where you leaped into bed and buried yourself under the covers while Steve got in next to you. It was his first time in your room, so while he was taking in the new environment, you grabbed the remote and put on his ultimate comfort movie.

His eyes were still swollen and glossy, and the tip of his nose was still pink. It felt like he was still on edge and disconnected, so you knew the perfect way to keep him grounded.

"Steve" You caught his attention.

"Hmm?" He peeled his eyes away from the TV.

"You know what would make you feel better?" You asked.

"What's that?" He questioned right back.

All you did was open your arms for him with a big goofy smile on your face, his heart melted at the sight. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest. You reached up and ran your hand through his hair a few times in a moment of appreciation for his adorable bed head.

The two of you got cozy in each other's personal space, and he knew you were right, it did make him feel better.

"If you're feeling sleepy, I'll be here to fight off all the monsters." You told him. "I'm here now, I got you."

He didn't even know what came over him as he pressed his lips to your forehead, it just felt right in that moment. "You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, thank you."

"I always got you." You grinned as butterflies erupted in your stomach once again. "If I fall asleep and you need me, just wake me up, okay?"

"Okay." Steve gave you that same soft grin that just kept doing things to you, he looked at you as if you were all the stars in the sky. "But you're definitely going to fall asleep, I give it ten minutes."

"You're probably right, but hey, if you need me in 11 minutes I'm pretty easy to wake up. All you have to do is slam into a dresser!" You teased.

"Okay, you can go to sleep now." He laughed at your joke, and you were glad he took it well.

"Goodnight, Handsome." You said as you closed your eyes and rested your face into his warm chest, you didn't need to see his face to know he was blushing.

"Goodnight, Beautiful." He reciprocated, but even the words leaving his lips caused his blush to deepen in color.

You didn't fall asleep in 10 or 11 minutes, Steve knew that because you continued playing with his hair for a whole hour and a half before he was the one that fell asleep again. It took awhile before he understood why you hadn't gone back to sleep, it suddenly clicked in his brain after you let go of a tiny yawn that you were waiting for him to fall asleep first. All you wanted was to make sure that he felt safe enough to close his eyes and relax again.

He was so incredibly thankful for you, but that gratitude only deepened when he woke up the next morning. He could tell by how bright the room was that the two of you had (rightfully) slept in, and you were stirring awake in the same spot you had fallen asleep in- fingers still in his hair.

He watched cautiously as you woke up and looked right at him, slow blinking with an unreadable expression on your face. It was like he didn't even know what to say after last night, he was still embarrassed about it even though you were so kind.

But when your sleepy face came to a realization, you gave him a big goofy smile and hiding you face into his chest.

That morning you guys left your room one by one to avoid all risks of your teammates speculating about what happened. You left first, sat on a stool on the kitchen island with breakfast and coffee like you do every morning.

Steve followed fifteen minutes after you, and just like every morning, he booked it straight to you, wrapped you up in a big hug, and happily greeted you by saying "Good morning best friend!"

The only difference was that it was accompanied by another kiss on your head. You weren't expecting it, and neither were any of your peers, yet Steve moved on like it was nothing at all.

That kiss stayed part of the routine for a few days until he kissed you good morning and Goodnight.

Then as you two started getting cozier with each other, he finally asked you a confusing question.

You were mid work day, strutting down the hallway towards the elevator to make it down to a conference room.

"Hey!" You hear a familiar voice call out from behind you. "Whatcha up to, Angel?"

You turned around to see none other than Steve Rogers looking absolutely delicious in his navy blue stealth suit.

"Ohhhh look at you!" You smiled. Seeing him suited up always pulled a good reaction out of you. It truly lit up all the dark parts of your brain. "Trying to make it to a meeting, what about you?"

"Nothing much" He shrugged, walking with you so you could make it to your meeting on time. "Got any dinner plans?"

"I mean... I do eventually plan on eating dinner." You nodded, you knew it drove him crazy when you acted like a smart ass.

Especially when he knew that you knew what he was really trying to say, but made it harder for him by forcing him to say what he actually meant.

"Do you want to eventually get dinner with me tonight?" He asked.

You stopped dead in your tracks. Was he asking you on a date?

"Mmm sure?"

"You don't seem convinced." He laughed.

"Oh I'm convinced, sorry, it's just that suit is so distracting." You joked, poking the star right in the middle. You definitely were a little confused by his question.

"I'd argue it's the least flashy out of all of them" he smiled, pushing the elevator call button for you.

"You're just so..." Your thought trailed off. "Anyways, what time are off work? I'm already a little thirsty- hungry. I'm getting hungry." Again, more jokes.

"6:30?"

"Perfect" you nodded in confirmation.

"Don't worry, we'll get you something to drink- eat. You seem really hungry." He joked back as the elevator doors opened.

"See ya later" you bounced up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek before getting in the elevator and watching his surprised blushing face as the doors closed with you inside.

You had never kissed him on the cheek before.

Dinner went well, of course it did, anytime the two of you spent together was continuously effortless. However, your hesitation and confusion never left the back of your mind the whole time. You still couldn't tell what his intentions were. He didn't ask you specifically to go on a date, yet his chivalry never faltered.

He opened doors, pulled out chairs, and the two of you had a ten minute long argument about why he should let you pay for your meals every once in a while too.

"Over my cold, dead body." He pouted at you while holding his debit card way over your head so you couldn't even reach it.

After dinner, the two of you went on a walk where your conversation quickly became deep and introspective and lasted a good two hours.

But all of that was typical Steve behavior, it's how he would act on a date or a casual dinner with a friend.

That line still wasn't clearly drawn for you by the time the two of you got back to the compound, so you were a little nervous about your time together coming to an end. You didn't know what the right words were, or what exactly to say to him to let him know you had fun without being presumptuous.

The conversation was still flowing effortlessly as the two of you stood outside of your bedroom doors. You leaned your body against your door as you listened to everything he had to say, through droopy eyes and low energy you still didn't want to say Goodnight.

"I'll see you in the morning for your first performance review?" He questioned.

"Bright and early" You nodded.

"Are you nervous about it?"

"Nope" You shook your head. "It's literally just you going over it right? And you wrote it? Why would I be nervous?"

"You shouldn't be, not to give you any spoilers or anything but I do see a raise in your future" he grinned.

"Wow! I'm gunna be rich!" You exclaimed. "All because I know how to punch and kick pretty well... and my performance reviewer is like super cool and really nice to me."

"It has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you. And let me just say, I am very proud."

"Why thank you, Captain!" You smiled. "And thanks for dragging me out of the compound tonight, it was much needed."

"Thanks for coming with me, I always have a lot of fun with you." That soft look smeared across his face again, and his blue eyes twinkled at you.

It was starting to become the all knowing sign of exactly how he was feeling.

"Does that count towards the performance review?" You cut the tension with a joke.

"Unfortunately not."

"That's okay, I love spending time with you regardless." You admitted.

"Does that mean you wanna spend even more time with me?"

"How does tomorrow night sound?" You asked him this time.

"Great" He grabbed your hand and stared anxiously playing with your fingers.

"Why do you seem so nervous all the sudden?" You asked gently, rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand.

"Because I think you're beautiful... stunning really, and I just... don't know what I'm doing." He admitted with his eyes glued to the floor.

"I don't think we necessarily need to know everything all the time." You squeezed his hand. In one swift motion he used your attached hands to yank you into his hold, your faces not even an inch apart. "Besides, I think you're beautiful too and I've never had a single clue about what's been happening here. We can call it even."

You barely had a chance to finish your sentence before you felt his lips touch yours.

It was comfortable and so very sweet, you had never felt anything quite like it before. It brought an instant smile to your face the moment he pulled away, and now for a change of pace, you were the one blushing.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning," He tucked your hair behind your ear. "and tomorrow night."

"Hopefully a few times between then."

You two untangled your bodies, and went into your separate bedrooms. What you didn't realize was that you were both doing the same thing... back flopping onto your beds with celebratory smiles on your faces.

Although you both didn't know much about how to navigate where you were headed, you did know that you enjoyed the journey.

Sometimes the journey was better than the destination.

Next: Hearing

[lovelykhaleesiii]

OKAY LISTEN! I LOVE CHUBBY AEGON! But when you say chubby!aegon how chubby is this man? Like are we talking chubby as in like Thor from avengers infinity war or are we talking like Peter Griffin fat?

MY BRAIN DOESNT KNOW HOW BIG TO MAKE THIS MAN!!!!!!

PETER GIFFIN is sending me-💀

listen I am in no place to judge, so I’ll leave it your imagination… but for me personally, he’s just got a big ole’ soft belly & thiccc thighs. kinda like a Dad bod even (cause Jaehaera loves to treat her Daddy) !!! If I find someone that resembles Chubby!Aeg in my head I’ll be sure to post it as a little FYI 🤭

aaaaaaand now I’m feral 🥲

@bucknastysbabe has some pics on her blog that she’s edited to help spice up the image… WHORE

[thesuperheroeater]

A Dream-Like Meal

(Request by @swwith18more)

Star-lord puts his headphones on, playing his favorite 80's music as he had just taken a shower. He walks by the common room of the ship, only wearing a shirt and a black shorts. He sees a sleepy god of Thunder. The two of them were sent on mission together while the rest of the Guardians went to another mission. Teaming up with such a handsome man that's challenging his authority, irritates Quill more than anything, even more if the said man is so drunk that he's sleeping like a bear. The snoring sounds the man could make while sleeping, unbelievable. It resonates through the whole ship, making the brunet unable to close his eyes for a nap.

Curiously, and because he has nothing better to do, Peter comes closer to the couch where Thor's resting. The man was shirtless, wearing only his pants as his boots on the couch. He slept with his mouth wide open with some drool sliding down his cheek, Peter rolled his eyes at the sight of it. Thor slept with an arm above his head revealing his hairy armpits. His other arms laid on his stomach, as if he just had a filling meal. He was also sweating from all the mead he drank, which made his muscles shine even more. Quill couldn't help but keep looking at them.

Thor does have nice muscles, he really has the body of a god, Star-lord had to admit it. Peter couldn't help himself and had to touch them. Which he did. He blushed when touching the biceps. They were as tough as steel, but also very soft. Quill keeps looking at the physique of the god and hesitates touching his pecs, it would be very awkward if the man suddenly wakes up, he has a reputation after all. But another snore from the god proves to him that the man won't wake up so soon. 

He takes his headphones off, putting them around his neck and starts touching those huge pecs. Quill smiled at the contact and didn't hesitate to touch the abs too. Suddenly the sleeping man leaves a big belch. Peter was surprised by it, it was unexpected, but the man was still deep asleep, it's the most important. Peter gave out a sigh as he was relieved. But  he was quickly disgusted by the smell of that belch. ''Ew, God, what did he eat? A dead corpse?'' He then heard some gurgles coming from the other man's stomach. He got curious and put his hand on the said stomach, he could feel the gurgles vibrate through the belly. He laughed at it. Another gurgles made himself heard, resonating through the whole ship. Peter noticed also more drool sliding down Thor's cheek. The man must be really hungry, he thinks. But then, he also saw the god smiling in his sleep. Quill couldn't help but smirk at the sight of it. Even in his dreams the man is eating. How the blond could have such a nice body while eating like a pig, would still remain a mystery to Peter. 

But enough joking for now, they're still on a mission after all. Peter decided to go back to his room, but was surprised as a firm grip held his arm. Star-lord quickly started to panic. He wasn't awake right? But as he looked at him, he saw the man was still asleep. Peter was relieved. He tries to free his arm, but he quickly discovers it's impossible. ''Realy? How? You're sleeping, man.'' Peter thought out loud. As he still tries to overpower a sleeping god, he soon will get into a more awkward situation. Thor, who was still sleeping, held Peter on both sides, shoving him on himself. Peter's face is getting abnormally red as it finds itself between Thor's huge pecs. This is getting really awkward. He tries to free himself, but he then hears some noises from the man he is laying on. He lifted his head and saw Thor still sleeping but with a huge gaping mouth. Peter's eyes got wide open. ''No-!'' as he desperately tried to get free, he felt some drool falling on his face. And in a matter of seconds found himself in complete darkness…

''Dude, Wake up! You swallowing me!'' But the sleeping man answered with a moan. He followed with another wide bite and got the shoulders of his prey inside as well. The more Quill is sliding down the god's throat, the more he starts to panic. He desperately tries to get free, struggling the best he could, but despite sleeping like a bear, Thor's grip was stronger.

Thor was drooling even more around his snack, and with another slobbery bite he gets Peter's pecs inside followed by his abs. He soon let his prey go, and lifted his head, making his meal sliding down much faster. The guardians' ass gets past Thor's lips, which makes him moan loudly that resonates throughout the slimy walls of his intestines.

Peter inside is squeezed between the slimy walls that are pressing his bones onto each other, making it hard for him to breathe. When his head makes it through the acid filled stomach, Quill gets disgusted by the smell. It smelled horribly, as if someone had died inside. Peter couldn't stand the smell. What did Thor eat on that other planet? 

The more time passes, the more of Star-lord is sliding down Thor's throat, inflating the man's belly more and more. Peter's huge ass as well as his thick thighs made the god moan even more as they slid past his lips, savoring their taste. Finally Thor takes another huge bite around Peter's sock feet, closing his mouth just behind those.

''bbBBBuu-uuUURRRrrppPPPPP!!''

Star-lord lands into the acid pool, where he will suffer the whole process of digestion. Peter thrashes from all sides, desperately trying to get free, insulting Thor along the way. ''You stupid pig, let me out!!'' But the other man is still snoring like a bear, nothing will be able to wake him up. Looks like Peter is doomed.

Quill's irritation soon changes into panic as he feels his bones breaking as he gets squeezed even more and his flesh melting from the rising gastric acids. ''Please, Thor let me out! You are digesting me! Please, it hurt!'' As he punches against the walls, trying to wake up the sleeping man. But all those struggles led to another belch coming from Thor. 

''Bbb–bbuuuUUUuRrrRPPpp!!''

Quill panicked even more at the vibration of that belch. He is going to wake up, right? He's not going to digest him? But eventually the acid ends up disintegrating even more of Peter's flesh and bones. He couldn't even breathe anymore as his body got compressed. And inevitably he loses consciousness and lets the darkness take over, closing his eyes forever

Later that day, Thor wakes up with a mighty jawn. Stretching his arms as he rapidly puts a fist against his chest as he needs to release a belch. 

''bbBBBBBBBBBBUUUUuuuuUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPpp!!!''

With this huge belch some pieces of headphones land onto the couch along with something electronic, which Thor quickly identifies as Peter's Walkman which never leaves alone. Thor doesn't understand as he puts his hand on his rock hard abs, but he soon makes the link between the two. ''Quill?'' Thor asked as he understood what happened. He had completely swallowed and digested Peter! This, actually, made him smile. Not that he wasn't sad, he was, just not for the right reason. ''I'm really sorry Peter Quill. I would've preferred to swallow you whole, while I was conscious. But at least you filled me quite well.''  He said accompanied with a slap on his belly. As he stood up a gurgle made itself heard followed by a huge fart.

''ppppffffFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT!!"

''Haha-, looks like I need to release you, Lord of Stars.'' He said with a joyous smile on his face. He was heading to the restroom, when he had a thought. ''Why go to the restroom, when we're all alone on this ship? Ain't I right my friend?'' He said with a laugh followed by him taking off his pants and underwear and getting into a squat position. He flexes hard his anal muscles, pushing hard to get the log of shit out. ''Looks like you don't want to leave my godly body Peter, I understand, but I'm afraid I can't keep you with me.'' He pushed harder until finally the bone filled log showed up. And eventually with some extra flexes, the huge stinky log lands on the ground. Followed by another one this time accompanied with the remains of the digested skull visible in it. Eventually, 4 logs later, Thor moans and lets go one last big bones-filled log making it fall on the other ones. ''You sure made a huge mess, my friend, I've never shitted this much.'' The thunder god says as he turns around to admire the huge pile of shit he released in the middle of the ship. He gave his ass a big slap and went back to live his life as if he hadn't digested a complete human being and shitted his remains back out. Poor Peter Quill, at least he will be remembered as extra layers of those muscles he admired so much…

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Reader who’s a demon like Nezuko. She doesn’t hurt humans unless absolutely necessary but demons are considered evil by society and she has internalized herself as a bad person because of her species. When the fam tries to do anything with her, she lashes out, stating she’s a demon child and she’s a “bad person” so they shouldn’t try to be so friendly with her. How would both the humans and especially the gods react?

-You were a demon, that much was true, after you had been attacked and changed into one by an uncontrolled demon who was quickly dealt with by your new adopted family, after it had killed the rest of your family.

-This new family was large and when they saw you changing into a demon, the first time you met, they were prepared to deal with you like other demons they had come across with.

-However, you didn’t attack them, you had collapsed to your knees, seeing the bodies of your family, and promptly burst into tears, crying loudly.

-You were rather childlike, curious about the world around you, like you had never experienced it before, and you would follow different members of your new family around, like a little duckling, wanting to learn more.

-Many were able to tell that you were getting smarter as you went on, like when you changed into a demon it reverted your mentality to that of a child, and as you’ve been around your family, you were getting back to where you had been prior to being changed.

-You were cautious, not going out without someone else, mainly because they taught you this rule, after you had almost been attacked by a group of humans calling themselves Demon Slayers.

-Despite not eating flesh, as you flat out refused to eat human flesh, the Demon Slayers weren’t convinced, chasing you until Thor and Lu Bu stepped in, blocking them from you.

-You hugged Jack, who had picked you up, crying into his shoulder, scared, as you looked back at the humans who were shouting that you were a dangerous monster who would hurt and kill innocent people.

-You didn’t know why they were calling you a monster- you had never hurt anyone before.

-So after that, you didn’t go out without at least one of your guardians, as they would keep you safe, but after that incident, you couldn’t help but feel scared, feeling eyes on you, like they were judging you.

-Your family could tell the difference in your personality, you were more reserved, almost like you were shying away from them, not wanting to spend time with them, as you were scared that those Demon Slayers were right, that you would be dangerous.

-Raiden was the one that you were the closest with, him and Kojiro, as Raiden reminded you of your father, who was big and strong, and after you hid away in your room for a couple of days, he came up to find out what was going on.

-You were hiding under your bed, and he lowered himself on his belly, to talk to you on your level, “Y/N- do you want to talk? We’re all worried about you.”

-You looked back at him, tears in your eyes, which surprised him as he quickly grew concerned before you spoke, “Why are you all worried? I’m dangerous- I’m a monster- I’ll-I’ll just hurt you!”

-Raiden’s face softened, hearing your words, hearing the damage that had been done to you, the fear that you had been dealing with, hiding it away.

-Raiden was able to convince you out from under your bed, after your stomach growled, wanting food, “I think there’s some mochi downstairs.” You nodded, crawling out before you lifted your hands to him.

-He picked you up, holding you carefully as he came downstairs, where you saw everyone else waiting for the two of you.

-Kojiro smiled warmly, taking you from Raiden, sitting you on his lap as Raiden got you a plate of mochi that was made that morning.

-You didn’t feel like talking, curling in on Kojiro, only turning to grab another piece of your snack before turning back, hiding your face in his chest.

-Raiden told everyone the reason why you were hiding, that you saw yourself as a monster, and quickly your family was up in arms, shouting, not at you, but defending you, “That’s not true!” “Y/N is the farthest thing from a monster!!” “Those bastards- I’m gonna go teach them a lesson!” “Language!!”

-You had turned back, your eyes wide as you heard how they were all defending you, not seeing you as a monster, to them you were just Y/N- yes you were a little different compared to them, but that’s what made you fit in, this whole family was full of odd-balls, and you were one of them!

-You were quickly in tears again, overwhelmed with happiness as Raiden took you back into his arms, hugging you close, “They’re the one who are wrong Y/N- you may be a demon, but you’re not dangerous- not to us, not to them, not to anyone! You’re our little Y/N and that’s all that matters!!”

-Many of the others were quick to shout out their own agreements and you smiled warmly, your fears leaving as you knew that your family would keep you safe.

[blazingsourpuss]

"Chaaau~" Thor's just gonna lay himself across Kai's lap with his belly up, tail curling lightly around his partners wrist so he could guide it towards his tummy. He demands pets!

                                                  What a demanding rodent. So what if he was pushing the other to the limits he KNEW Thor could; going over different set up and move sets to maximize any terrain they were and coming up with (what he thought) were clever little maneuvering counters to many incoming attacks? This was to make sure they were ready for anything! Takao promised him a rematch when all six of their pokemon were they best they could be. It was a silent promise but one nonetheless. Kai was gonna hold Takao to that. But what he didn't account for were the feelings his pokemon had. Kai was almost completely detached from his own feelings--they clouded tactics and in his mind, made him slower. It was a process but out of the team Kai was forming, this one, Thor, was different. He wore his feelings on his sleeve and Kai didn't know what to do with that. We're the other like that but didn't push that matter? Were they emotionally intelligent? If so, they were way more than him.

                                                        Kai allowed him on. The look on his face showed a bit is displeasure but he was not about his yank his hand back and risk a shock cause the little guy got spooked. ❛ Ugh. Fine. ❜ His movements were a big frigid to begin, the uncertainty in his movements. ❛ ..like this? ❜ If this becomes an after training ritual that others will expect, he might explode.